The Flame Giant had originally been an insubstantial being without a foundation. With Yousu Chuan's flesh and bones supporting him, his aura began surging rapidly, rising from the late True Immortal stage to the True Immortal peak stage, only half a step away from Taiyi.
He suddenly hunched forward and roared, spewing billowing crimson flames from his bloody maw. They formed a tidal wave of fire that surged toward the allied forces.
The dozen or so cultivators at the very front could not dodge in time and were instantly engulfed. With just a few faint crackles, they were reduced to ashes before they could even scream.
Everyone retreated in terror, but they crowded together and failed to escape.
Just as the raging flames surged toward them, about to engulf them all, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out. Several white-robed figures floated down in front of them.
It was Bai Xiaotian, who had brought a group of Huasheng Temple disciples to stand in their way.
"Vajra Body Protection."
Several low chants sounded in unison, and enormous golden Buddha images appeared at once. Each thrust its palms forward, like golden mountain peaks advancing side by side, forcibly blocking the surging wave of fire...
"Don't panic! Retreat in order!" Lu Huaming shouted.
Only then did everyone regain their footing and swiftly withdraw.
But immediately afterward, a series of cracking sounds rang out. The palms of the golden Buddha images had been scorched red-hot, and cracks spread across their surfaces. They could no longer hold out.
"I can't take it! It's burning hot! Fall back!" Bai Xiaotian cried urgently.
The Huasheng Temple disciples all retreated at his words.
Yet the instant the golden palm imprints vanished, the raging flames rushed forward with even greater ferocity.
"Lotus Mystical Art, Indigo Sea." A clear cry rang