Master Tianfeng was greatly startled. He had never expected Yan Chihuo to discover the enemy's traces in advance.
Even though Master Tianfeng stood among the very pinnacle of the cultivation world, he still did not dare to meet so many manifested divine abilities raining down from the sky head-on. He knew that one moment of carelessness would mean his soul scattering and spirit dispersing—not to mention that he still had to protect Yan Chihuo.
He grabbed Yan Chihuo with one hand and tossed the Alms Bowl into the air with the other, covering himself and Yan Chihuo beneath it. Light blazed forth as it abruptly transformed into a shuttle of light and shot upward.
At this moment, the outstanding control and sensitivity of an Ascension Stage cultivator became apparent. The light shuttle threaded through the gaps between all manner of divine abilities, somehow emerging completely unscathed.
When the light shuttle had flown more than halfway up, a trace of relief appeared on Master Tianfeng's grave face. Then, suddenly, a dragon's roar rang out, and a Flood Dragon claw the size of a small mountain reached down from above!
An Ascension Stage Flood Dragon! The reason it had not used any divine ability, attacking with this claw alone, was clearly because it feared that an ultimate divine ability might injure the other demons.
Master Tianfeng knew there was nowhere to evade, so he could only grit his teeth and meet it head-on. Just as the Alms Bowl and the Flood Dragon claw were about to collide, a streak of fire flew out—it was a flaming Flying Sword.
This flaming Flying Sword likewise did not employ any ultimate divine ability, evidently out of fear of accidentally harming others. Yet the instant it appeared, Yan Chihuo felt the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword