Fire Feather Sword Forest, as its name implied, was a forest of swords formed from countless fiery feathers. The swords rained down like a dense woodland.
The attack should have been incredibly concentrated, but as this was only her fourth soul skill, and Crimson Kite's abilities were limited by her Soul Power, the attack did not appear as dense as a true forest.
Even so, Poison Snake Douluo, facing it head-on, was alarmed and immediately unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar.
A gigantic azure snake appeared, its light-green body and oval head swaying as it blocked the sword forest. Clanging sounds rang out as sparks burst across its scales.
Its defense was astonishing.
But Fire Feather Sword Forest was called Fire Feather not merely because it looked like burning feathers, but because of the attribute it carried: fire.
Fire possessed a terrifying burning sensation, yet Crimson Kite's flames also bore a trace of tyrannical corrosiveness. They invaded the marrow, searing and burning from within, impossible to defend against.
After taking Crimson Kite's full fourth soul skill head-on, Poison Snake Douluo's manifested azure serpent body twisted frantically as a miserable hiss escaped its jaws.
Fire dealt twice the damage to evil creatures. Moreover, snakes were naturally cold and yin-aligned; with the flames penetrating his marrow, the pain was naturally unbearable.
Not long after, Poison Snake Douluo revealed himself again, though he now looked utterly disheveled.
"Damn it, what exactly is that Soul Skill of yours? Why is it so wicked?" Poison Snake Douluo said viciously.
"If we're talking about wickedness, aren't you far worse?"
Crimson Kite stopped. Less than a hundred meters separated them as they faced each other from afar—one gritting his teeth in hatred, the other calm and unruffled.
Jingwei had long since flown off Crimson Kite's shoulder and perched