Ever since acquiring the Wings of the Wind God, Xu Yi had hardly ever used them. For one thing, he had no need; for another, the Wings of the Wind God were a consumable treasure, powered entirely by the two chipped spirit stones at his heels. Every use meant one less.
At this moment of peril, he drove them to their limits, and he shot forward like a streak of light.
The fire dragon came after him a second time. Xu Yi activated the Wings of the Wind God again, and in an instant, he was about to break free.
In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon suddenly exploded, scattering like a rain of stars and shrouding the surrounding space.
Just as Xu Yi was about to fall into the sea of flames, a flash of silver appeared. A gleaming silver sphere enveloped his body and burst out of the fire.
It was Xu Yi, who had activated the iron essence and transformed it into a protective shield.
He had used this move before, when Old Thief Liu had ambushed him with the Lesser Flame Formation. Though the fire dragon was powerful, it was far inferior to the Lesser Flame Formation, and the iron essence could easily defend against it.
Among all his treasures, the iron essence was not as sharp as the Red Sword, nor did it have the Wailing Stick's attack power. Yet Xu Yi regarded it as the greatest treasure in his possession, for one reason alone: the iron essence could transform into countless forms.
Time and again, it had helped him escape danger and survive desperate situations. Time and again, in the midst of battle, it had let him spring a surprise and blunt the enemy's charge. All of it had been thanks to