Feng Kun beat his wings, and Xu Kun whipped his tail. Phoenix wings and dragon tail collided, but do not forget that Xu Kun had used a blood sacrifice divine ability to restrain Feng Kun, remaining in a damaged state without healing.
He had said that as long as Feng Kun injured him in the slightest, Feng Kun would win.
What was the result of the collision between phoenix wing and dragon tail?
Xu Kun maintained his raised-leg stance, his dragon tail lashing toward the sky, utterly unmoving.
In contrast, Feng Kun's phoenix wing snapped. His glittering golden phoenix body was sent flying backward, scattering blood across the sky.
At this sight, countless phoenix descendants of the Yuan-Chu Nine Veins howled in grief, as if the end of the world had arrived!
Feng Kun could not harm Xu Kun in the slightest, while Xu Kun had nearly struck him down with a single blow.
Who was superior and who was inferior was already clear.
Xu Kun lowered his raised leg and walked toward him indifferently. "Get up. Continue."
"You..."
"Cut the nonsense!" Xu Kun barked.
"Fine, you brought this upon yourself!"
"Burn my phoenix body, stain the Phoenix Tree with blood!"
Feng Kun made an extreme choice. Unable to undergo nirvana, he detonated his phoenix body.
Did he seem insane?
No. He was merely making a desperate last stand.
From within the exploding phoenix body, dazzling two-colored phoenix light burst forth.
First, a snow-white phoenix wing unfurled.
"Power of the Swan—Frost Realm of the Vault!"
Within the enclosed space woven by the Wuzhong Heart Flame, snow-white phoenix feathers scattered outward, as though a membrane had been spread over the flames, halting their advance.
And then?
Xu Kun calmly watched his futile resistance.
"Power of the Yuanzhuo—Prison-Suppressing Phoenix Cry!"
He unleashed