Jiang Jingwei's red hair moved without wind, each strand spreading out like seaweed. Granular fire elements drifted amid the blazing-red locks.
A spherical barrier enveloped her body. Its outer layer consisted of rapidly moving, colliding reddish particles, while the air within was distorted.
At that moment, Jiang Jingwei seemed like a different person. The carefree, battle-loving girl had become a goddess commanding flames—majestic and violent.
"Crack, crack."
Her bent forearm snapped back into place. The resentful spirit on her shoulder let out a piercing scream, apparently scorched to some extent, yet it still clung tightly to the girl's body, continuously siphoning away her vital essence.
Giving everything for its master's command was the most basic virtue of a Spirit Servant.
"A Berserker indeed, worthy of being a Fire Master with the purest bloodline." At last, a trace of gravity appeared on Zhao Chenghuang's arrogant face.
Clearly, he knew why Jiang Jingwei had suddenly erupted.
"I'll deal with this troublesome corpse first, then have a proper fight with you." Jiang Jingwei grinned at Zhao Chenghuang.
Without waiting for his reply, she bent her knees and transformed into a streak of flowing flame, crashing into the yin corpse's embrace.
Bang!
Amid the explosion of flames, she drove the yin corpse flying away. Explosions rang out continuously along the way. Jiang Jingwei was like a string of firecrackers, blasting the yin corpse toward the edge of the magma and away from Zhao Chenghuang.
Then, she seized the yin corpse by its ankles with both hands, swung it through the air, and smashed it downward.
The yin corpse crashed heavily into the magma, splashing great sheets of bright molten slurry. Jiang Jingwei plunged in after it, pressing down on the yin corpse's head just as it tried to leap out and forcing it back