"Heavenly Fire Descends!"
The hot-tempered Gang Leader Duan launched the first attack. Spreading his arms, he sent a thick pillar of fire surging up from around his body, shooting straight into the sky.
The pillar of fire spread across the night sky, dyeing the clouds with magnificent crimson glow and illuminating the entire capital.
Then, fiery meteors tore through the clouds, descending in a blanket over the official road and wilderness outside the city. Heavenly fire descended, a spectacular sight to behold.
Tuoba Guanghe let the fireballs crash around him without even trying to dodge, saying coldly, "Trivial tricks."
The occasional fireball that struck him only left scorched patches on his skin, which healed within a breath.
Fu Qingyang lightly pressed down with his index finger, and Gang Leader Duan, his entire body ablaze, shot toward Tuoba Guanghe like a puppet on strings.
Little Round swept her hands through the void, forming a ritual table. She placed a straw man transformed into Gang Leader Duan's likeness atop it, formed hand seals, lowered her head, and muttered in a posture like one worshipping Buddha in a temple.
The Palace Lord, meanwhile, opened her throat and began singing a rousing melody.
The flames around Gang Leader Duan's body suddenly surged.
The muscles along Tuoba Guanghe's back bulged as immense strength rolled through him, flowing into his eight arms and transforming into fist force that burst forth.
"Boom!"
Eight streams of fist force struck the diving Gang Leader Duan, tearing him into countless streaks of fire.
Gang Leader Duan silently appeared behind Tuoba Guanghe, pressing both palms against his knotted, metallic-sheened back.
Despite Tuoba Guanghe's rank, he had failed to notice the enemy approaching from behind immediately.
Little Round's blessing had concealed the movements of Fire Walk, ensuring Gang Leader Duan's ambush could