Bone Spirit Cold Fire
Bone Spirit Cold Fire
"An Exotic Fire? What you said seems to make sense. That does appear to be the only explanation."
"But could there really be an Exotic Fire that's this overwhelmingly cold?"
Wu Feng frowned, looked at Little White, and spoke.
At that moment, Leng Hua was utterly shocked. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing, much less that his Cold Flame had struck Sun Wukong without harming him at all.
In midair, Sun Wukong descended with the As-You-Will Golden-Bound Cudgel raised high in both hands. In an instant, it blazed with boundless light as he viciously hacked down toward Leng Hua's head.
"Monster! Prepare to die!"
Sun Wukong shouted sharply.
Leng Hua looked up. His slanted white brows furrowed, and with a surge of mental power, an icicle appeared in each of his hands.
"Boom!"
With a deafening boom, the Golden Cudgel came crashing down. Leng Hua braced himself with both icicles, yet he nearly failed to withstand the blow and was forced into a crouch.
Sun Wukong hung upside down in the air, pressing down on the As-You-Will Golden-Bound Cudgel with all his strength. Golden light flared from his eyes.
"Hehehe, is it here? I searched so hard. I finally found it."
A cold female voice suddenly came from behind them.
"Priestess Hong Lian, is this the Bone Spirit Cold Fire? One of the Nine Great Exotic Fires. These ants actually don't even recognize an Exotic Fire like this."
Then another voice rang out—that of a child.
Through the Mirror of Contemplation, Wu Feng finally saw that a temporal rift had suddenly opened behind Leng Hua. Priestess Hong Lian and Red Boy walked out of it with smiles on their faces.
"So this is the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, one of