Several days later.
Tagor Desert, with yellow sands filling the sky.
A massive force appeared at the edge of the desert, carrying an air of arrogance.
At its head was none other than the Medicine Emperor, Han Feng.
Han Feng floated in midair, clad in a luxurious alchemist's robe, a confident smile on his face.
Behind Han Feng stood the Golden Silver Elders, both Peak Dou Emperors who could fight a Dou Zong together.
Further behind them, ten Dou Wang experts such as Wang Liu and Qian Bao stood in a line, their presence terrifying.
Such a formidable lineup was enough to level any sect within the Jia Ma Empire.
"Hmph, a mere Snake People Clan dares covet a Heavenly Flame? They truly don't know the meaning of death!" Han Feng sneered, his eyes filled with greed.
Meanwhile, behind a sand dune several hundred miles away.
A figure shrouded entirely in black mist stood silently. It was Protector Wu.
He gazed at Han Feng's grand procession from afar and let out a soundless, sinister chuckle.
"Go on, Han Feng. Let me see just what the Dou Zong in that desert is capable of."
"It would be best if you both end up badly wounded. Then I can sweep up all your souls in one go!"
Just as Han Feng's force brazenly pushed deep into the heart of the desert.
A Snake People patrol squad discovered these uninvited visitors.
"Enemy attack! Human experts! Send the signal, quickly!"
The Snake People captain's expression changed drastically as he let out a shrill screech.
The next second, a stream of Dou Qi blasted him into a bloody mist.
Yet a crimson snake-shaped firework had already streaked into the clouds with a long flaming tail, exploding thunderously in midair!
The crimson snake-shaped firework was especially