Spirit Mountain.
Blazing flames surged to the heavens.
A ferocious fire dragon hundreds of zhang long had nearly dyed the entire sky red.
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor stood amid the sea of fire.
Even his mottled fur gave off the stench of scorching under the extreme heat.
His once-sleek fur had curled and withered yellow, leaving him looking rather bedraggled.
Yet there was not the slightest hint of pain on his face.
Instead, he extended his scarlet tongue and licked his fangs, allowing the raging flames to burn his body as he stepped out of the inferno.
"Little Phoenix, did you skip a meal, or are you warming this emperor up?"
Before his words had faded.
Roar—!!!
A tiger's roar shattered the firelight filling the sky.
The demon aura that had been somewhat restrained until now erupted completely.
He raised a giant paw that blotted out the sky, ignored the fire dragons winding around him, and smashed it furiously down ahead.
Boom—
The air exploded.
The fire dragons that had seemed incomparably mighty were as fragile as loaches beneath that paw, instantly slapped into streams of fire that scattered in every direction.
High above the clouds.
The woman's expression changed sharply.
She had never expected this sickly cat, who usually did nothing but sleep, to possess such a formidable physical body.
He had endured her natal true fire head-on without suffering even a scratch.
She snorted coldly, but a trace of helplessness and resentment welled up in her heart.
Her own Prefect Lord clearly possessed means capable of reaching heaven and earth, yet he had become increasingly mild-tempered.
Now that one of their own had nearly been slaughtered, not only was he not furious, he even intended to swallow his anger.
If not for that, why would she, a