The First Fairy Is a Madwoman?

Ancient ruins, altar.

The once boundless wasteland had now collapsed by more than half. The heavens swayed unsteadily, and countless torrents of mud and sand sank into the void, like an apocalypse on the verge of descending.

On the altar, Zi Yan steadied her wavering body and looked up at the sky, her expression changing abruptly. "Not good. Someone is using immense power to destroy this small world?!"

Although the Creation Saint's ruins had long since fallen into antiquity, they were ultimately a secret realm created by a Saint Stage expert. The terrifying energy contained within was far beyond the reach of any Dou Zun.

In other words, the one acting had to be the Half-Saint expert Feng Qing'er had mentioned!

A Saint Stage Great Master—even merely a Half-Saint—was not someone an ordinary Dou Zun could contend with. Even with the Ancient Void Dragon's natural restraint over the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, it was absolutely impossible to bridge such a gulf.

She could look down on the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, but she could not possibly fail to take a true Saint seriously.

Zi Yan's expression shifted as she swiftly transmitted her voice toward the center of the altar. "Xiao Yan, that old bastard must have run out of patience. He's preparing to avenge those mangy birds!"

At her words, the blood-soaked figure at the center of the altar, who looked like a corpse, suddenly trembled. The blood that had long dried and hardened peeled away into scabs, falling from his body bit by bit.

Xiao Yan's eyes were tightly shut. He had no spare attention to divide elsewhere. One hand held a cauldron while the other controlled flames, continuously sending medicinal power into the giant skeleton before him.

Because its blood and vitality had drained away, the Ancient Heavenly