"Both of you, please channel your power into the Red Dragon Fire Tower to make the Fire Dragon barrier more resilient."
The white-haired elder beside Li Yao spoke slowly, reminding the two of them.
Mu Qing also noticed that everyone present had contributed a strand of power into the Red Dragon Fire Tower.
It seemed to be an exceptionally special sacred artifact. After absorbing enough power, its defensive capabilities were even slightly stronger than those of a half-step Dharmakaya, allowing it to completely withstand the Storm.
Mu Qing and Ronan nodded, each channeling a portion of their power into the Red Dragon Fire Tower.
At once, the firelight enveloping the group blazed even more fiercely. Eighteen fire dragons coiled around them, letting out soaring roars.
Li Yao's eyes flickered, and a trace of surprise surfaced on her delicate jade-like face.
As the master of the Red Dragon Fire Tower, she could naturally sense just how formidable those two powers were.
Li Yao was certain that although Mu Qing's outward aura was only that of an Eight-Tribulation Dominator, the power he had poured into the Red Dragon Fire Tower was even stronger than that of a Nine-Tribulation Dominator.
The other power came from Ronan. It had thoroughly reached the half-step Dharmakaya realm, and was mixed with an eerie ghostly aura.
Mu Qing was also sizing up the others.
Li Yao stood together with the white-haired elder. A faint threat radiated from the elder's body—he was a half-step Dharmakaya!
Though the old man's hair was entirely white, his back was straight, his gaze sharp and spirited. He possessed an extraordinary bearing, dressed in a dark golden robe, carrying an air of wrath even without anger.
The other elder, however, had an utterly different temperament. He looked exactly like a slovenly old man,