Phoenix Soaring Sky Strike.
Dreamlike flames churned endlessly around the Ten-Headed Fire Phoenix. Red light illuminated the entire battlefield, and with every beat of its wings, blazing fire scattered in all directions as feather-like flames danced through the air.
A long cry rang out as the Ten-Headed Fire Phoenix spread its wings and soared high, transforming into a streak of light as it charged toward the Ten Thousand Demons King. Everything around it turned to ash.
At last, amid an earth-shaking roar, one phoenix body exploded and burned away completely, its towering flames reddening half the sky.
Tang San waved his right hand, and a blue curtain of water blocked the surging heat. Without Tang San's protection, the Douluo Allied Forces would have been wiped out by the aftershock of Ma Hongjun's attack.
The flames were absorbed by the towering tree like a whale swallowing water. Ma Hongjun's attack had not been ineffective; nearly half the tree trunk had been destroyed. Yet as it absorbed the flames, the missing half rapidly regenerated.
The Ten Thousand Demons King returned to his ranks and looked warily at Ma Hongjun. He let out a loud burp, and a wisp of Phoenix Flame escaped his mouth before dissipating. His absorption of flames had reached its limit for the moment. If he absorbed any more, he would need time to digest it.
The facts proved that most of their demons were still inferior to this group of gods in terms of raw strength.
After all, everything rested on the foundation of the world itself. Douluo Continent's foundation was what it was, and they had not cultivated long enough or undergone the cleansing of Immortal Spiritual Energy. It was only natural that they could not compare for now.
Cheers rose once more. Most people had failed