The five flood dragons formed from his magic treasure roared in unison and lunged at the frost dome. Under their fierce blows, the dome shuddered violently. Even so, they could not budge it in the slightest—not for the time being.
"On the brink of death, and you still dare run your mouth." The demonic shadow in the void sneered and swung its pitch-black scythe again. One scythe-image after another drove the five flood dragons back. The frost dome shrank smaller and smaller.
Once that frost demonic aura seeped into Hu Chunman and Xiang Kuang, the battle would be over. Xiang Kuang and Hu Chunman were indeed troublesome opponents. The Poison Shadow who had come with him had also been severely wounded by the two working together. But this was where things would end. The Devil Chunman tribe had already been split in two by the Shadow Ice Clan's slaughter: one part was surrounded at Yanlin Mountain, while the other had nearly been wiped out.
Once Hu Chunman and Xiang Kuang were dealt with, the entire Devil Chunman tribe would be erased.
Just as the demonic shadow in the void was entertaining this thought, a sudden heat flickered into being. Its heart gave a jolt. Even on the outskirts of Shadowdeep Valley, the cold cut to the bone. A sudden warmth like this was clearly abnormal.
Before it could react, twelve Profound Fire Needles shot out one after another. Yet as the needles streaked across the sky, a thought stirred in Lu Xiaotian's mind.
Caw! A dozen cries rang out in succession as twelve Yanyang Fire Spirits flew forth and circled together. They formed a pillar of fire that pierced the gloomy, cloud-laden sky and reached straight toward the heavens.
The clouds parted, and at their farthest edge, a blazing sun