Uchiha Madara stared into the far distance, and the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually rose.
His Spiritual Power, his will, had already sensed that terrifying power far away—a strength unlike any he had seen since arriving in this world.
Stronger than the Venerable Wu he had killed before.
Glancing at Queen Medusa and Xiao Yan, who were still fighting, Uchiha Madara saw that no one else present had sensed that aura besides himself.
"Now this is interesting!" Uchiha Madara smiled faintly, yet made no move. Instead, he closed his eyes to rest, completely ignoring what was happening before him.
Meanwhile, beneath countless watching eyes, Xiao Yan evaded the pursuit of several elders as the fireball in his hand rapidly writhed.
A moment later, the fireball suddenly split apart. Amid a burst of blazing light, a palm-sized blue-white fire lotus slowly rose from within it and eventually hovered over Xiao Yan's right palm.
"Damn it!"
Yun Shan stared at the blue-white fire lotus in shock. After a long while, he suddenly cursed viciously.
Even he found the energy overflowing from that fire lotus troublesome. If it truly came crashing down, then the Misty Cloud Sect's gates would...
"That guy... he actually had something like this up his sleeve?" Queen Medusa muttered in astonishment as well.
His face filled with fervor, Xiao Yan stared fixedly at the fire lotus in his palm when a wave of dizziness suddenly struck his mind.
Gritting his teeth and holding on, he abruptly turned his head and cast an icy gaze toward the Misty Cloud Sect and its elders below.
As Xiao Yan looked their way, Second Elder and the others shuddered. By now, they too had clearly sensed the terror of the fire lotus in his hand. Cold sweat continuously rolled down their faces,