How could the Black Demon Head tolerate the Golden Cicada Dharma Form's existence? The black light around it suddenly blazed, then immediately dimmed. In that flicker of light and darkness, the entire Demon Head writhed madly, and a single blood-red eye appeared on its forehead, emitting threads of brilliant bloody light.
A jet of blood-colored flame shot from the crimson eye and curled toward the Golden Cicada Dharma Form.
The blood-colored flame radiated an intensely chilling aura. The temperature throughout the gathering plummeted, shrouding the entire venue in bitter cold.
However, three fiery-red Flying Forks shot over from the side like lightning, intercepting the blood-colored flame before it could strike the Golden Cicada Dharma Form. Shen Luo had sensed something strange about the flame and acted to block it.
But the instant they met, the three fiery-red Flying Forks let out a mournful cry. Their spiritual light flickered a few times before the blood-colored flame devoured it completely.
Stripped of their spiritual power, the three Flying Forks became lumps of ordinary iron and fell.
Shen Luo was startled by the sight. These three fiery-red Flying Forks were a rare matched set of magical artifacts he had obtained from a Body Refining Altar cultivator. Each was an upper-grade magical artifact, and when wielded together, their power rivaled that of an ordinary top-grade magical artifact. Yet the blood-colored flame had destroyed them without the slightest resistance.
After destroying the three fiery forks, the blood-colored flame immediately shot onward and coiled around the Golden Cicada Dharma Form.
Yet the Golden Cicada Dharma Form stood immovable. No matter how fiercely the blood-colored flame burned it, it remained unchanged.
The Black Demon Head's gaze darkened at the sight.
Shen Luo, however, let out a long breath of relief. His eyes flickered, and he turned his