Facing the three Ice Spirit Clan fighters' encirclement, Lin Ming remained as calm as ever.
The Emperor Flame around Lin Ming suddenly surged. Brilliant fire poured from his body and shot skyward like an erupting volcano.
Its heat vaporized the ice for tens of thousands of yards around him in an instant. White steam rose like a mushroom cloud.
Above his head, the Emperor Flame gathered into a vast Flame Vortex. It turned slowly, like an enormous open maw, and met every attack the three hurled at him.
The ice crystals filling the sky melted and evaporated the instant they touched the Emperor Flame, leaving not even a wisp of mist behind.
The ice pillars that had shot skyward broke apart and dissolved inch by inch before the Fire Curtain, like pillars made of paper.
As the ice sword cleaved into the Fire Curtain, it gave a piercing crack. Ancient frost patterns flashed wildly across the blade under the flames' heat, then split apart one by one.
The Ice Spirit Clan fighter's expression changed drastically. He tried to pull back his sword and retreat, only to find that the Emperor Flame held it fast. Meltwater ran down the blade and turned to white mist before it could hit the ground.
Lin Ming's Emperor Flame surged higher, swallowing all three attacks.
The flames rose like an ancient fire dragon waking from slumber. They opened a maw vast enough to devour heaven and earth and swallowed the three fighters' entire assault in one gulp.
Ice crystals, ice pillars, the ice sword—everything formed from pure cold met the Emperor Flame like snow beneath the blazing sun, without the slightest chance to resist.
The entire icefield trembled violently under the Emperor Flame's heat. Great swaths of ice melted, and white steam spread across the