Qing Yanjing Controls the Formation, Seals Han Feng, and Strips Away the Heart-Sea Flame

Han Feng took the lead and charged fiercely toward Meng Chen.

The Heart-Sea Flame trailed a blue tail of fire behind him, burning all the way forward as the air crackled and exploded.

Gold and Silver Elders exchanged a glance, their expressions both unpleasant, but they still unleashed their full Dou Qi and followed. Fan Ling froze for a moment before blood mist swept around him, carrying a reeking wind as he gave chase.

The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King let out a low roar. The hulking beast stepped sideways and blocked Meng Chen's path, purple flames already gathered in its jaws.

Hai Bodong brought his palms together, condensing dozens of ice spears from the cold air. They hovered in midair, all pointed at Han Feng and his group.

Meng Chen remained where he stood as the golden formation patterns beneath his feet quietly brightened.

At the passage entrance, Yun Yun silently watched the scene. Her fingers loosened and tightened around her sword hilt, but in the end, she did not draw her blade.

Han Feng rushed at the front, the Heart-Sea Flame burning around him into a sea of dark-blue fire. The air along his path scorched and burst repeatedly.

The golden and silver radiance of Gold and Silver Elders spread apart, joining Fan Ling's blood mist to form three torrents of different colors that bore down on Meng Chen together.

How could Hai Bodong let him succeed? A thick ice wall over three meters tall condensed before him, icy-blue Dou Qi surging from it.

At the same time, he flicked his hand, and the dozens of ice spears hanging in the air shot out in unison, wrapped in bone-chilling cold as they stabbed toward Han Feng's group.

Han Feng gave a low shout. "Tricks!"

The Heart-Sea Flame suddenly spread out, transforming into a dark-blue curtain of fire that pushed forward. The ice spears turned into white mist the instant they struck it, and vast clouds of steam rose up, obscuring everything around them.

A streak of golden light suddenly burst through the white mist!

The silver-robed elder had somehow circled around to the side. He struck with his palm, silver Dou Qi condensing into a giant hand that pressed directly toward Hai Bodong's back!

The gold-robed elder followed close behind, several golden needles hidden in the white mist as they flew soundlessly toward several vital points on Hai Bodong's body.

Hai Bodong's expression did not change. Icy Dou Qi surged beneath his feet, and he slid three steps sideways as though skating, narrowly evading the silver palm.

He spun around and swept his sleeve. Dozens of paper-thin ice blades howled toward the gold-robed elder's neck. The two immediately became entangled, ice and golden light flashing in turns.

Taking advantage of the opening, Fan Ling sent his blood mist around the front. It transformed into a scarlet cloud and surged toward Meng Chen on the high platform!

But the moment he reached the edge of the stone platform, a massive purple figure blocked his way.

The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King opened its mouth and spat out a blazing ball of purple fire, colliding with the blood mist. The stench of blood mingled with the smell of scorched flesh. Fan Ling let out a muffled groan as the purple flames forced his blood mist back several meters. It rolled and contracted in the air, clearly having suffered a loss.

While Gold and Silver Elders and Fan Ling were all tied down, Han Feng had already reached Hai Bodong.

The dark-blue flames in his palm had been compressed to the limit, condensing into a deep-blue fireball the size of a fist. It churned and leaped continuously within, crackling sharply.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Han Feng slammed his palm down, and the deep-blue fireball exploded with a boom!

Hai Bodong's pupils contracted. He did not dare take it head-on and rapidly retreated several meters, instantly raising three layers of ice walls before himself.

Boom!

The instant the fireball exploded, the shockwave crashed over them!

Two of the three ice walls were melted through on the spot. Hai Bodong staggered back again and again, taking seven or eight steps before barely steadying himself. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face had turned paler.

At that moment, a purple figure silently appeared behind Han Feng.

Medusa attacked again!

She gave Han Feng not even the slightest time to react. Purple Dou Qi condensed into five sharp energy blades at her fingertips, and her slender fingers slashed through the air!

Five streams of purple energy fell at once, aimed directly at Han Feng's back!

Gold Elder was the first to react.

He no longer bothered tangling with Hai Bodong and hurriedly turned, driving golden Dou Qi into a shield behind Han Feng.

But the five streams of purple energy came too quickly and too fiercely. The golden shield blocked only three of them. The remaining two tore through the lingering protective layer of blood mist and left two deep gashes across Han Feng's back!

Han Feng groaned in pain, his entire body suddenly stiffening.

He turned and glared at Medusa, the rage in his eyes practically burning through his reason. "Medusa! Are you determined to fight me to the death?"

"I told you already. Once you die, no one will stand up for you."

Medusa's tone was calm. She withdrew her fingers, and the purple Dou Qi at her fingertips slowly dispersed. Then she glanced at Meng Chen on the high platform and added,

"Besides, I have a feeling this brat still has something up his sleeve. Rather than clash with him head-on, it would be better to deal with you first, then have a proper talk with him."

Han Feng was both shocked and enraged. He could see clearly that Medusa's words were full of probing. She had no genuine intention of helping Meng Chen; she was merely using this chance to wear everyone down.

Once he and Gold and Silver Elders had been worn down enough, Medusa would turn around and deal with Meng Chen. That was her true plan!

But he was truly trapped now, with no way forward or back!

Gold and Silver Elders were firmly held down by Hai Bodong, while Fan Ling had been forced into a corner by the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King and was being beaten relentlessly. Medusa stood before him, Hai Bodong behind him. He was trapped on both sides, like a frog slowly boiling in warm water.

"Fine, fine!" Han Feng laughed twice through gritted teeth, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Medusa and Meng Chen. "You think killing me means this will end peacefully? Even if I die, I can still drag all of you down with me!"

He abruptly recalled all of the Heart-Sea Flame into his body. The dark-blue flames over his skin continuously contracted and condensed, and an aura so dangerous it made one's scalp tingle radiated from him.

He was preparing to self-destruct!

Medusa frowned slightly and instinctively took half a step back.

Hai Bodong's expression changed as well. His icy Dou Qi rapidly drew back, forming a defensive posture before him.

But at that moment, Meng Chen, who had been silently watching from the high platform, suddenly spoke.

"Aunt Qing, seal him."

The instant his words fell, the golden formation patterns throughout the lava hall erupted with blinding light.

The patterns surged toward Han Feng from the walls, floor, and ceiling at once, tightening around him like countless golden threads!

Just as the Heart-Sea Flame within Han Feng was about to erupt, the force of those golden formation patterns pressed in from all directions and forcibly crushed it back down!

His whole body was frozen in place. His limbs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move at all. The dark-blue flames over his skin rapidly faded, revealing his pale face beneath.

At the same time, Qing Yanjing's spiritual sense precisely entered Han Feng's body through the formation. It swept through his meridians, dantian, and the location of his Storage Ring, forcibly stripping away the fiercely struggling Heart-Sea Flame!

The Heart-Sea Flame let out an unwilling low cry as it left Han Feng's body. Its dark-blue flames thrashed violently, but they were ultimately no match for the Eight Desolations Burning Flame Formation's absolute suppression of fire-attributed energy. Wrapped in golden light, it was dragged into the void before entering the Small Pagoda.

Having lost the support of the Heavenly Flame, more than half of Han Feng's Dou Qi was instantly drained away. He collapsed to his knees as if all strength had left him, gasping heavily.

He raised his head to look at Meng Chen, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness. His lips moved several times, yet he could not force out even a complete sentence.