High in the air, Yao Yuan rose with wisps of illusory vermilion flames. The firelight illuminated the mecha, outlining its edges in red.
Facing the two giant moths charging toward him, Luo Yan remained calm. With a thought, sword gleams appeared around Yao Yuan.
Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword!
One of the moths had hideous faces covering its wings, while the other was golden-red all over.
When they saw sword gleams appear around Yao Yuan, they shrieked at the same time. The ghost-faced moth beat its wings, and the hideous faces on them, wreathed in hazy black Qi, tore free and emitted piercing cries as they rushed toward Yao Yuan like vengeful spirits seeking a life.
The other red moth set its body ablaze. Scales continued drifting out from within the flames. The scales ignited upon contact with fire, causing the flames to burn even more fiercely. Wrapped in golden-red scale fire, the moth also lunged at Yao Yuan as though bent on suicide.
Without any visible movement from Yao Yuan, the sword gleams around it flashed away one after another. They were as swift as lightning, shredding countless hideous Nether Souls and piercing straight through the body of the golden-red moth.
The sword gleams then burst out through the moth's back. Together with the other sword gleams, they circled and weaved around the two moths like a school of fish in the deep sea.
Liu Zheng looked up and saw sword gleams filling the sky. Under their weaving assault, the two moths were instantly riddled with holes and torn to pieces.
Their bodies and veins were completely burned, turning to ashes that scattered through the air.
Yao Yuan dove toward the ground. The mecha lowered its center of gravity, and its feet skidded across the ground. The violent friction between