"Are you really Ying Feng?" the mist-dwelling dragon general asked, still somewhat in disbelief.
"If not Ying Feng, who else do you think it is? Just see the power of my Eight-Trigram Stone Fire Seal for yourself." Lu Xiaotian responded to him with a faint smile. Instantly, blocks of seemingly irregular, flowing-fire boulders appeared within the massive Eight-Trigram pattern in the deep sea. These boulders rotated and fell like rain, fiercely battering the general.
The general let out an angry roar, his dragon claws reaching upward. The surrounding golden mist gathered and churned frantically, spiraling into the shape of a golden dragon hovering above his head to prop up the falling, blazing boulders.
Sizzle, sizzle. The flowing fire on the stones intertwined with the phantom image formed by the golden mist, like water and fire meeting, neutralizing each other at an astonishing speed. Yet that enormous Eight-Trigram pattern still descended unhurriedly. The general felt a shock in his heart; outwardly, this Eight-Trigram Stone Fire Seal seemed less lethal than the Scarlet Spear, yet it gave him a sense of overwhelming, irresistible helplessness. Under Lu Xiaotian's assault, for the first time, he had the urge to retreat, but when he wanted to make a move, he found that both his own body and the golden mist had imperceptibly become trapped within the giant Eight-Trigram diagram.
"Now that you've entered the Eight-Trigram Stone Fire Formation, don't even think about getting out." Lu Xiaotian smiled at the sight. In Ying Feng's hands, this Eight-Trigram Stone Fire Seal was not as formidable as the Scarlet Spear and lacked lethal power on its own. For Lu Xiaotian, however—especially after splitting nine blood beasts from his physical body—he could already perceive the fluctuations of certain law profundities with his bare eyes. The key function of this