Mountain Collapse

Yan Chihuo watched for more than half an hour, yet there were always several crucial points in this method of merging spells that he could not comprehend. He sighed inwardly. If someone taught me, I would surely understand.

But Yan Chihuo knew that finding someone to teach him was basically impossible. For one thing, Yuan He and Yuan Qian refused to see him. For another, this spell was clearly not something just anyone could learn. That Earth Divine Ape which had fought Bai He back then seemed unable to use it, despite holding greater status and strength than Yuan Qingquan.

Then another thought occurred to Yan Chihuo. A month from now, he would fight Yuan Bai. That would be an excellent chance to gain insight into it. But if he did that, he would certainly end up trapped within it, and the situation would likely become dangerous.

His heart suddenly stirred. Wouldn't this be a perfect opportunity to lose? I could claim that I was trying to secretly learn this spell-merging technique and carelessly lost as a result. Thinking of this, he nearly wanted to slap the table and praise his own brilliance.

At that moment, the battle in the air changed again. Yuan Bai gave a great shout. "Five-Colored Coiling Dragon Staff!" With a swing of his great staff, one became five, splitting into five colors—red, white, gold, blue, and green—as they struck toward the Golden-Winged Roc.

Yan Chihuo saw it clearly from the side. Red was fire, white was metal, gold was earth, blue was water, and green was wood. It truly contained all five elements. The Five-Colored Coiling Dragon Staff rose and fell in succession, laying down a small Five Elements formation.

The same spell displayed entirely different power in Yuan Bai's hands. Yan Chihuo thought to