Zhou Ming soared into the air. The Fire God Robe upon him blazed with scorching light, forming vast swathes of fiery feathers. As though sentient, as though living creatures, those feathers slanted down toward Li Su.
Li Su's expression did not change. He swung the Fire Scale Blade in his hand, blade radiance layer upon layer rolling into a heavenly river. The heavenly river surged upstream, its waves billowing.
Sizzle!
The two forces collided, erupting in a dense barrage of sounds.
The one wielding the Kirin Art made his move as well.
His eyes narrowed, and light descended over his body. At that moment, the kirin phantom grew ever more solid.
An earthy yellow aura emerged—the kirin attribute, the central yellow earth.
He took a single step, like a great mountain shifting sideways. The earth shook and the heavens quaked as he crashed toward Li Su with crushing pressure.
The sight was utterly astonishing: a gigantic kirin descended from the heavens, intent on stomping Li Su to death beneath one foot.
Yet in the face of their joint assault, the last of the three did not move a single step. Countless hues of light swirled around him, while the bracelet dancing above his palm shone with one strange color after another.
He was gathering power, and waiting for the result of the clash.
He was waiting for the Kirin Art to strike Li Su, waiting for his opponent to reveal an opening. Then he would strike and seize him in one stroke.
Facing the siege of all three, Li Su's expression remained calm throughout.
The Fire Scale Blade in his hand did not stop. As it dispelled the endlessly falling fiery feathers, a flash of golden brilliance flickered in his eyes, reflecting something sacred.
A roar rang out from the