The arrival of two top-tier fiendish demons instantly reversed the situation.
Qiongqi seemed to have been pumped full of chicken blood, becoming unstoppable in an instant. It opened its mouth and spat out a heatwave capable of burning all things to ash, scorching the air until heaven and earth blurred and twisted.
The sea of fire scorched the skies; only retreating offered a chance at life.
Instead of retreating, Xiang Yuan advanced. Long blade in hand, he used its edge as a spearpoint to cleave open the blazing sea of fire, shooting toward Qiongqi like a meteor.
There was only one chance. If he did not kill Qiongqi now, then once he faced a siege later, the situation would only become more troublesome.
Qiongqi's vision blurred as the momentum of heaven and earth dragged it into an endless illusion. Dragons soared through the nine heavens, tigers leaped across the earth, wind and clouds converged—a momentum of heaven and earth that was nearly impossible to break.
It struggled to fend attacks off from every side, repeatedly reminding itself that it only needed to hold on a little longer. If it could block this wave of attacks, reinforcements would arrive in an instant.
Qiongqi wielded its flame divine ability, only to be crushed by wind pressure and extinguished by clouds. Enraged, it charged forward, was overwhelmed in a close-quarters brawl with a fierce tiger, then was smashed to the ground by a sweep of a true dragon's tail during their entanglement. Its flesh-and-blood body was wracked by agony. Covered in blade wounds, it stumbled out of layer upon layer of illusions and fell with a boom into a sea of blood.
Where had this sea of blood come from?
Qiongqi inwardly cried that things were bad. Endless killing intent flooded its heart,