"Who dares trespass here?!"
"Die!"
Old Ancestor Fentian let out an inhuman roar from his throat. His white robes billowed without wind, snapping loudly as violent currents swept outward from him, carrying lava sparks.
He remained seated cross-legged, yet a hand covered in crimson scales, its nails twisted like claws, suddenly rose and clawed fiercely through the air in Jiang Shu's direction.
Rip!
The space before Jiang Shu seemed like a piece of torn cloth, ripped open by an invisible force into five black fissures.
What surged from those fissures was not Spatial Turbulence, but terrifying Demon Fire as viscous as magma. Its scorching, destructive aura instantly locked onto Jiang Shu, intent on crushing him to pieces.
At that critical moment, Huang Ya's figure flickered like a ghost and appeared before Jiang Shu.
"Fire Lord, quell your anger!"
Though Old Ancestor Fentian was currently only in the half-step Demon Lord realm,
he could still barely be called a Demon Lord. Huang Ya's respectful address was meant to awaken Old Ancestor Fentian's lucid consciousness.
Huang Ya's voice carried a peculiar penetrating power, like the toll of an ancient icy bell.
Facing Demon Fire capable of incinerating stars, his gaunt figure did not unleash any earth-shaking defense. He merely formed several profound, ancient hand seals at tremendous speed.
Hum!
The space around him suddenly collapsed inward and folded over itself, forming layer upon layer of visible translucent ripple barriers.
The magma-like Demon Fire crashed against the barriers with a heart-pounding sizzle. Its terrifying destructive energy was continuously dispersed and diverted by the countless tiny Spatial Folds, with part of it forcibly drawn into deeper voids and annihilated.
Huang Ya's linen robe billowed from the blast, and his withered face bore immense pressure.
His body staggered several steps back.
"Fentian Demon Lord, this