The Devil Race's Encirclement
Sizzle!
A faint sound of burning rang out. Situ Yunshan's expression changed sharply, and with his superior cultivation, he quickly pulled back the Black Demon Claw. He stared in disbelief at the blazing aura as it gradually faded.
In just an instant, his palm had felt as if it had been thrust into a raging fire and was about to melt. The scorching heat left him deeply shaken.
Now he understood. That fellow's cultivation might not amount to much, but his flames were incredibly powerful. Otherwise, Meng He wouldn't have been forced to cut off his own wrist after just one exchange.
If Situ Yunshan's cultivation hadn't been higher, and his condition better than that fellow's, he might have suffered, too.
His eyes narrowed slightly. With an indifferent expression, he said, "You're not completely useless. In your race, you could even be considered a rare genius, I suppose. Too bad the gap between our cultivation levels is far too great. You still have no chance of surviving."
The enormous phoenix circled in the sky, hearing every word he said, but it didn't agree in the slightest.
A person's fighting strength had never been determined by their cultivation realm. Ever since meeting that person, it had believed this all the more firmly.
Seeing that he showed not the slightest hint of fear or retreat, Situ Yunshan furrowed his brow, displeasure rising in his heart. The black spiritual power around him surged again, rushing skyward with a roar to battle the enormous phoenix.
Standing inside the formation, Xi Jing was consumed by unspoken worry. They had already received the distress signal, but before they could set out to help, they had run into an ambush by the Devil Race.
After Fox Immortal was ambushed, they had crushed the