The skies over the East Sea were dark with endless rain.
Waves rolled and surged without pause.
Zhu Rong pulled his head up out of the sea.
His fiery eyes turned toward Li Mo. The contempt in them had shifted to solemnity, and now a hint of fear had crept in.
In the void, Li Mo stood like the sun.
Rainwater kept evaporating into steam around him.
Zhu Rong felt that Li Mo's radiance was blindingly bright at that moment.
He still hadn't used a spiritual treasure!
It seemed there was no way to win this time.
But for the dignity of the Witch Clan!
He had to give it everything he had!
Both he and Li Mo knew that this battle couldn't reignite the war between the Demon Race and the Witch Clan.
That made its outcome all the more significant.
"Die!"
Zhu Rong roared, his voice like thunder.
At the same time, he crossed his hands in front of him.
A scorching pillar of fire, burning at an extremely high temperature, shot toward Li Mo.
Everything in its path—the rain and the seawater alike—evaporated.
The East Sea was instantly shrouded in billowing steam.
In the thick, rising fog, almost every living being lost sight of what was happening inside.
Even Zhu Rong's towering ancestral shaman true form was completely obscured.
Li Mo frowned and quickly scanned his surroundings.
[This guy Zhu Rong is finally catching on.]
[He knows the Law of Fire can't do much damage to me, so he's using this to block my vision.]
[Still, I saw this coming.]
As he considered this, Li Mo felt a gust of wind strike from behind.
There was no time to turn. The Great Sun Glazed Golden Body did its work.
With a deep hum, golden light spread out