The Crimson Fire Python was a manifestation of magical power; its true form was a Heavenly Spirit Treasure, and its might was considerable.
Wherever it passed, the ground burst into flames on its own, and the air warped and distorted.
Song Qingqing formed a hand seal, and the Cyan Short Ruler before her blazed with dazzling cyan light before dropping to the ground.
The Cyan Short Ruler rapidly expanded. In less than three breaths, it transformed into a cyan tree several hundred zhang tall, its branches lush and its cyan radiance flickering without end.
The weeds on the ground grew wildly. Cyan vines burst from the earth one after another, while countless weeds intertwined to weave cyan spears that stabbed toward the green-robed old man. Vast numbers of cyan vines also wove themselves into great cyan hands that slapped toward him.
The green-robed old man's expression darkened. Raising his right hand, he sent out a streak of black light. It was a small bell shimmering with black light, its surface bearing the image of a ferocious ghost and emitting startling spiritual energy fluctuations.
He injected a hand seal into it. The vicious ghost on the bell seemed to come alive, letting out mournful "woo woo" ghostly wails as the enormous black bell expelled a hazy black soundwave.
The golden fireballs collided with the black soundwave, flashed violently, and vanished without a trace.
The black soundwave swept over the cyan spears and cyan hands. Fine cracks appeared across the surfaces of the cyan spears, rapidly spreading until the spears shattered into pieces. The cyan hands collided with the black soundwave like eggs striking stone, instantly breaking apart as countless tiny wood chips danced upon the wind.
A thick bolt of black lightning shot over, appearing before the green-robed old man in