"Want to roast Fatty? Your heat's not enough!"
Ma Hongjun took a fierce breath, his belly swelling high as his entire aura abruptly changed.
The phoenix phantom behind him was no longer merely purplish-red. A faint golden glow flowed along the edges of its wings.
"Fourth Soul Skill—Phoenix Meteor Shower!"
He opened his mouth, but instead of breathing out a stream of fire, he spat out a rain of flames.
Each fireball was no larger than a fist, but there were countless of them, densely packed like a swarm of fireflies on a summer night.
Most crucially, the outer layer of those fireballs was a blazing purplish-red, while their cores shone brilliant gold, as though each one contained a miniature star.
The two streams of fire collided fiercely in midair.
There was no imagined deadlock, no explosive clash of energy.
Ma Hongjun's flames were like hot oil poured over snow, or ink dropped into clear water, seeping, eroding, and devouring in an utterly unreasonable manner...
"Sizzle—"
A piercing burning sound rang out. It was not the sound of flames crackling, but more like the wail of metal being instantly vaporized by extreme heat.
Yan's pupils contracted sharply. His prized Granite Body, a defense capable of withstanding attacks from a Soul Emperor, was effortlessly burned through the instant it came into contact with those golden fireballs, like butter meeting a hot knife!
That incredibly adhesive Stellar Gold Flame ignored the magma armor on his body, ignored his resistance to high temperatures, and burned directly into his flesh.
It was a strange kind of pain—not merely scorching, but as though something was devouring his Soul Power, his very life force!
"Ahh—!"
Yan let out a shrill scream and staggered madly backward as if struck by lightning.
He desperately slapped at the flames