Looking at the enormous cloud of fire that shrouded the surrounding skies, a strange expression flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face. He didn't hesitate any longer and slapped a hand against the Spirit Beast Bag. With a caw, Little Fire Crow—who had long since grown impatient with staying inside—burst out.
It spread its wings, shooting straight into the sky like a streak of black light.
The Formless Mystic Flame parted automatically as Little Fire Crow approached. The bird opened its sharp beak, and a colossal black-and-gold vortex formed in the sky.
The vortex was naturally made up of the raging flames spewing from the many volcanoes.
The appearance of these black-and-gold flames dyed the entire sky in those two colors. By comparison, Lu Xiaotian's Formless Mystic Flame seemed like a tiger cub, while its opponent was a vicious wolf dozens of times larger.
Yet beneath Little Fire Crow's beak, that vicious wolf was no more than a clay chicken or a straw dog, sucked into its belly without the slightest power to resist.
Both the Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon and the Master of the Moyan Hall wore looks of utter disbelief.
"A three-legged crow!" The Master of the Moyan Hall stared blankly at Little Fire Crow, swaggering through the sky. His disbelief gave way to utter despair.
Whoosh! An arrow tore through the air and plunged straight into the Master of the Moyan Hall's chest. While he was controlling the formation, its black-and-gold flames had been swallowed by Little Fire Crow. Seizing the moment when he couldn't draw on enough magic power in time, Lu Xiaotian drove a Devouring Arrow into his chest. The blood-qi power contained within the arrow, however, remained unspent.
As for the Ice-Crowned Crocodile Demon, it was already completely trapped inside the five illusory mirrors of metal, wood,