"Phantom Dream Phosphor Fire!"
A flash of blue light flickered in Qin He's eyes. In an instant, blue flames wrapped around his entire body, blazing fiercely.
"Cry!"
This was followed by a piercing eagle cry. A divine bird of pure azure materialized, like a ball of burning flame. Its feathers were as resplendent as rosy clouds, its long tail drifting like lively ribbons of fire, glittering brilliantly.
It beat its wings and lunged forward, meeting the incoming fire moth.
Southern Ming Li Fire!
The Vermilion Bird's manifestation was the Vermilion Bird's Natal True Fire.
Each strange flame had its own characteristics. Southern Ming Li Fire was one of the Five Elements Fires, skilled at suppressing water. It could bring about year-round drought and possessed an exceptionally strong ability to spread.
Samadhi True Fire was supremely yang and unyielding, adept at restraining ghosts, specters, and evil entities. Its flames were also fierce, making it particularly effective for incinerating corpses.
That was why Qin He had often used this fire ever since obtaining the Samadhi True Fire.
All things generated and restrained one another. Phantom Dream Phosphor Fire used softness to overcome hardness, and it had restrained the Samadhi True Fire.
In this situation, only Southern Ming Li Fire could contend with it on equal footing.
"Boom!"
The two blazing flames crashed together like two ferocious beasts! In an instant, sparks flew in all directions and dazzling light burst forth. Seeing this, the fire moth lightly fanned its wings, instantly blooming with a splendid, eye-catching radiance.
That radiance flowed like babbling water, and wherever it passed, everything turned into a dreamlike ocean of phosphor fire.
At this moment, not only the surrounding air, but even the entire space itself seemed to have been steeped in that wondrous phosphor fire.
Before the eerie