At that moment, Virtues was within Zhurong's immortal art, much like Sun Wukong entering Laozi's alchemy furnace.
The omnipresent True Fire roared and erupted, burning his body, his power, everything he had.
That immense light and heat seemed intent on annihilating him completely, reducing him to nothingness.
Virtues naturally had no intention of sitting around waiting for death. He gripped the bloodstained spear in his hand and drove his energy to its limit without holding anything back, sending his power surging forth like floodwaters released from a dam.
The Silver Armor giant blossomed with dazzling silver light within the fireball, his spear inching forward.
In this world of blazing flames, it tore open a crack.
Following the crack torn open by the holy spear, Virtues advanced toward the other side of the fireball.
He was like a man swimming against the current, using his holy spear to carve a passage through the flames.
On either side of this passage, some flames dimmed and died, while others spontaneously exploded, causing light and darkness to alternate within the fireball, flickering unpredictably.
A moment later, Luo Yan saw a pillar of fire erupt from the other end of the immortal art, Crimson Sun.
Within the pillar of fire, the Silver Armor giant shot into the sky.
The enormous fireball then split apart from the middle, its upper and lower halves shifting out of alignment before slowly dispersing into the air.
After escaping the immortal art, the Silver Armor giant looked battered.
His armor was scorched, and his wings had withered.
But as a mass of silver flames rose from his toes, swept across his entire body, and passed over him, he recovered as before.
At the same time.
Far across the ocean.
A series of screams rang out in the plaza at the