The towering blaze seemed to have been swept by a hurricane, retreating inch by inch before finally being extinguished without a trace.
Lin Qi and Wenge had long since vanished from where they stood.
The nine Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators who had come to their senses were forced to resume their battle with the Winged White Tiger.
At the instant she retreated, Lin Qi received a message from the little Armadillo Beast.
Someone was about to pick the Chemazhi!
When Lin Qi turned her head, she discovered that person was Fu Shennong.
Wrapped in a black windbreaker, he emerged from the void and walked up to the Chemazhi.
The Ninth-grade Divine Herb possessed a spirit; it could not be harvested like an ordinary spirit herb.
Yet Fu Shennong seemed prepared. Wearing a glove made entirely of Guanyin jade, he reached toward the Chemazhi.
The instant he grasped the Chemazhi, a faint crack suddenly sounded.
The sharp-eared Winged White Tiger immediately stopped moving and turned to look toward the Chemazhi.
Lin Qi and Wenge were also watching from hiding.
Wenge had originally wanted to rush out and stop him, but Lin Qi held him down.
"Now isn't the time to go out. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
After barely holding Wenge back, Lin Qi saw a crack appear in Fu Shennong's Guanyin jade glove.
The crack gradually widened, spreading across his entire hand like a spiderweb.
A bead of sweat slid down Fu Shennong's temple as he plucked the Chemazhi at the fastest speed of his life.
The next moment, the Guanyin jade glove on his hand shattered and fell to the ground.
Sensing Fu Shennong's aura, the Chemazhi began struggling intermittently. Auspicious radiance burst forth, instantly drawing the attention of cultivators all around