"Hoo hoo... It seems I still underestimated the blessing of the Flame Mantra and the Holy Flame."
Feeling such fierce defensive power, Xiao Yan could not help but joyfully say.
Now that the Flame Mantra had only successfully cultivated its first layer, it possessed such terrifying might. What if it reached the second realm, the third, or even higher?
The First Realm of the Flame Mantra burned the foundation, allowing the chaotic power within Xiao Yan's body to receive the most powerful dredging. The physical changes were completely a bonus; even so, this terrifying amplification was second only to the Dragon God Transformation.
"Gulp."
The Spirit Man Xier wore an exceptionally solemn expression. Watching his own terrifying attack fail to break through Xiao Yan's defense, his gaze grew increasingly icy.
"Ice Spirit... Power!"
Anger and murderous intent surged together. Raging, cold mists emerged from Xier's hands, quickly forming a cold hand seal that gradually stirred up gusts of chilly wind in the void, slowly taking shape.
"What power is this?"
"It is different from the power of ordinary Eight-Star Dou Xian powerhouses, nor is it the Samsara Power of one who has merely stepped into Samsara?"
Xiao Yan stared at the Cold Seal on Xier's palm, the corners of his eyes abruptly wrinkling. That sensation was extremely peculiar.
The Cold Seal abruptly took shape, and then Xier fiercely pushed it toward Xiao Yan. An ice hand seal, a full hundred zhang in size, accompanied by a flurry of howling cold mist, soared into the sky!
"Rumble!"
The Cold Seal raged toward Xiao Yan. The void along its path grew quiet, and countless fine threads of coldness eerily emerged from the void, as if the entire space had been ice-sealed!
"Go to hell!"
Xier and Aisha stood quietly in the distance,