The Invaders
Shi Yue was not the least bit afraid. He gave a soft snort, opened his mouth, and spat out a streak of Crimson Gold Flame that transformed into a crimson-gold firebird. The moment it appeared, the void twisted as if it might collapse at any moment. The firebird spread its wings and charged forward.
The crimson-gold firebird collided with the Black Crow, unleashing a powerful shockwave. Crimson Gold Flame and Black Flame clashed, with Black Flame gaining a slight upper hand.
Shi Yue was somewhat surprised. Shi Yan was already a Seventh Order Spirit Fire, equivalent to a Body Integration Cultivator. Since reaching the seventh order, Shi Yan had rarely known defeat. He had never expected Shi Yan to lose to the other side's flames.
The Black-robed Old Man wore a smug expression. What he had spat out was no ordinary flame, but a flame imbued with a trace of Golden Crow True Fire's power—far beyond what ordinary flames could match.
A series of thunderous explosions rang out. Facing the attacks of four Body Integration Cultivators alone, Shi Yue was struggling. Shui Lisang and Jin Miao directed the Barbarians to assist him, but they could not do much. The Barbarians were too weak. The battle formation they had arranged did have some power, but not much.
A flash of black light appeared, and a black tower more than a hundred zhang tall suddenly materialized above Shi Yue. Fierce Ghost Patterns were carved across its surface, and it emitted mournful wails that left anyone who heard them unsettled.
The black tower released a stream of Black Rosy Light that enveloped Shi Yue and swept him inside.
The Black-robed Old Man had not expected to capture Shi Yue so easily. He formed a hand seal and sent a magic formula