"Screee!"
"Screee!"
Phoenix cries rang through the nine heavens, darkening the sky and earth as winds swept up sand and stones!
As two extraordinarily clear phoenix cries rang out, an immense, terrifying pressure descended!
Yang Ming's gaze flickered. He automatically blocked out the phoenix pressure capable of cowing most Soul Beasts and calmly controlled his Six Paths Puppet, the black dragon Di Tian. With both hands behind his back, he stood unshaken, as though even Mount Tai collapsing before him could not disturb his composure.
Scorching winds hissed with fiery heat. On this day, Dragon Mountain, standing thirty-six thousand meters above sea level, witnessed a celestial anomaly: two suns veered off their courses and descended fiercely to within a hundred meters of its summit!
Blistering heat rushed toward him. The white snow covering the summit rapidly melted into pools of water, then evaporated into steam at a speed visible to the naked eye. Moisture filled the air, and sticky, humid heat clung to his skin like plastic wrapping tightly around his body, even making breathing difficult.
Yang Ming raised his head and gazed impassively at the two suns hovering overhead.
The spreading steam could not even approach these two blazing furnaces. Vast swaths of golden sunlight spilled over the ground as though they cost nothing. Two beautiful birds, each nearly a hundred meters long, suddenly opened their eyes. Their clear, transparent gazes carried an innate nobility and met Yang Ming's at that very moment.
Phoenixes truly deserved their reputation as the most beautiful Soul Beasts in existence. Even as a human, Yang Ming could appreciate that beauty without any barrier. It was not merely beauty of appearance or bearing, but something greater: their race had come into being in accordance with a law of the world at the universe's creation,