As Ghost Suanni activated the formation disk, the eight fire dragons reappeared.
Moreover, they were more than ten times thicker than before.
Each fire dragon was over a dozen zhang thick, its entire body wreathed in fiercely burning, ghastly white flames.
Rather than charging the sect-protecting formation again, the fire dragons all surged upward and pounced straight at Song Wen.
With a flick of his hand, Song Wen suddenly held a short spear less than three chi long.
Dazzling lightning abruptly erupted from the spear's shaft.
A vast force of thunder surged from the short spear, swiftly condensing into a thunder whip a hundred zhang long.
With a light swing of Song Wen's arm, the thunder whip shot through the sky like a spirit serpent leaving its burrow, lashing at the nearest fire dragon.
The instant the thunder whip collided with the fire dragon, thunder roared.
The fire dragon's enormous body shuddered violently. The ghastly white flames coiling around it scattered beneath the impact of lightning, and the fire dragon immediately shrank several sizes.
Like a Thunder God descending into the world, Song Wen wielded the thunder whip in his hand so densely that not even wind could pass through.
The eight fire dragons could not come within a hundred zhang of him. Moreover, every time a fire dragon was struck by the thunder whip, it shrank several sizes.
Yet Ghost Suanni outside the formation did not care in the slightest. Instead, a smile lingered on his face.
"Extreme Yin, I would like to see how long your spiritual power can last."
Ghost Suanni sent several hand seals into the formation disk, and the eight fire dragons immediately returned to their original state.
Song Wen glanced at the many sect disciples atop Azure Heaven Mountain. Though unconcealed worry hung on