What was more, besides their mastery of fire, the Nirvana Crimson Phoenix Clan possessed formidable Demon Bodies and terrifying powers of recovery.
The Titanic Python Clan was renowned for its physical might, but at the same cultivation level...
Before a Nirvana Crimson Phoenix, calling them a joke might have been giving them too much credit.
This was the gulf between the innate gifts of demons. No amount of hard work or cultivation could close it.
By rights, with such a formidable Demon Body, there should have been no chance that a young man at the Great Vehicle Minor Accomplishment Realm could hurt it.
Even if he had caught it off guard and wounded it through sheer luck,
its terrifying powers of recovery should have healed the injury in no time.
Yet the young man's casual punch had not only blasted a bloody hole in its formidable body; the wound showed no sign of healing.
Tormented by the fierce pain that kept pulsing through its neck, the Nirvana Crimson Phoenix felt it was being driven mad. It held back no longer.
The next moment, it staggered to its feet.
As soon as it steadied itself, an oppressive heat settled over the Pearl-Curtain Blessed Land, which had been pleasantly cool just moments before.
Then flames glimmering with a faint red radiance erupted from between its silky-smooth feathers.
Like ripples spreading when a persimmon dropped into still water, the flames swept across the entire Pearl-Curtain Blessed Land at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the sight, the Titan Pythons near the Nirvana Crimson Phoenix went pale.
Without a moment's hesitation, they spared neither their young master nor the Crimson Phoenix they usually held in such awe a glance. They turned and fled the Pearl-Curtain Blessed Land.
But fast as they ran