That was the Dragon Race's innate breath. After being enhanced by the soul, its temperature was several times higher than before, scorching even space until it warped faintly.
Feng Xi spread her wings, every feather burning with crimson Nirvana Fire.
She lifted her head and let out a phoenix cry. Flames surged out of her body, turning into a massive phantom of a phoenix that cried as it pounced toward the Tree God.
That phoenix phantom contained a portion of Feng Xi's soul, allowing it to track its target on its own until it struck.
The Five Great Elf Ancestors also attacked at the same time.
Yan Jin's Fire Dragon roared as it lunged at the Tree God from the side, while Ying Ge's shadow spear silently stabbed toward the Tree God's back.
Yan Ji's giant fist of earth and stone rose from the ground and smashed toward the Tree God's legs. Shuang Han's frost storm swept down from the sky, while Feng Yu's chain of wind blades wound toward the Tree God's limbs.
The attacks of eleven Thirteenth Realm experts blasted toward the Tree God from eleven directions at once.
Five-colored light intertwined, and the energy fluctuations formed ripples in the air visible to the naked eye, with enough power to destroy a small mountain range.
The Tree God stood where he was, unmoving.
He merely raised one hand.
Thirteen halos lit up at once, then shifted rapidly.
Fire, ice, lightning, wind, metal, shadow, poison, sound waves, illusions, gravity, space, time, life.
The power of thirteen attributes switched, fused, and wove together in his palm in an instant, forming a circular barrier like a translucent glazed dome that enveloped him within.
The eleven attacks slammed into the barrier, erupting with a deafening boom.
Energy waves spread in every direction,