"Go!"
Li Xiaoyu gave a low shout and swept the Mystic Fire Mirror forward.
"Roar!"
The hundred-zhang-tall apparition of the Fire God seemed to have received its command and let out a furious roar.
It raised its flaming blade high. With the force of splitting heaven and earth, it brought the blade down hard upon the tottering sea of black flames!
"Rumble!"
With a resentful wail, the sea of black flames covering the entire battlefield completely collapsed.
The Li Tribe shamans maintaining the formation all suffered a terrible backlash.
They spat blood in unison, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield cleared.
The sea of black flames had been completely purified by the power of the Mystic Fire Mirror.
But Qili Cave, once teeming with life, had long since become a field of ruins.
Countless houses had been reduced to charred husks, and countless innocent people had perished, their souls scattered.
It was as if a gray veil had fallen over the world, smothering everything in gloom and ill omen.
Looking at the horrific devastation, Li Xiaoyu felt his fury flare once more.
He turned and fixed a frigid gaze on the scattered Li Tribe warriors.
"Leave none alive."
The Dawn Squad members behind him had eyes just as bloodshot.
Unable to contain their fury, they summoned their magic treasures and charged at the Li Tribe warriors still putting up a desperate fight.
Just then, an even more terrifying upheaval erupted.
On the other side of the battlefield, the black-clad young man Ghost Li, who had remained silent until then, suddenly began trembling violently.
His vacant eyes were webbed with blood vessels.
A murderous, savage aura burst from him with a thunderous roar.
"Ah!"
Ghost Li let out a