Senior, Remember to Finish Them Next Time

At the tip of the vine, nine fist-sized crimson-gold flowers were in full bloom.

The pistils of each flower were clusters of dancing flames, radiating terrifying heat.

"Nine Suns Mystic Fire Vine." Wu Ming's golden eyes suddenly lit up, her crimson-gold combat outfit gleaming brilliantly in the firelight. "At least seventy thousand years old. I'm taking this one."

Xuan Zi studied it with his hands behind his back. "Around seventy-six thousand years. It's a good match for a Golden Crow martial soul. Not a loss."

Wu Ming turned to Lin Ciyan, two flames flickering in her golden eyes. "Junior Lin, I'll handle this one myself. I need to obtain my eighth soul ring with my own hands."

"Fine." Lin Ciyan did not waste words and simply stepped back several paces, clearing the field for her.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, the lines of her body beneath her crimson-gold combat outfit tightening in the firelight.

She took one step forward, and seven soul rings rose beneath her feet—two yellow, two purple, and three black.

The aura of a rank seventy-nine Soul Saint erupted without restraint. The Golden Crow True Fire bursting from her body burned even the air into distortion.

The Nine Suns Mystic Fire Vine in the center of the lava lake sensed the threat. Its nine golden flowers bloomed at once, and nine golden-red pillars of fire surged from their pistils, weaving into an enormous net of flames in midair as it came crashing down over Wu Ming.

"Golden Crow True Fire Ignite!"

Wu Ming gave a low shout as her second soul ring lit up. With a sweep of both arms, the Golden Crow True Fire around her exploded outward in a ring, colliding head-on with the flaming net in midair.

The shockwave from the collision of