Slaying an Ancient Spirit

At this moment, the appearance of Ning Fa and the others naturally caught the attention of both Ning Daozhen's side and the Ancient Spirit's side, even causing the battle between them to slow slightly.

Ning Daozhen and Zhang Zhilong stared fixedly at Zhuo Qing, their faces full of disbelief.

The two exchanged a glance. Zhang Zhilong said in a trembling voice, "She's Xiao Qing. There's no mistaking it..."

Ning Daozhen looked even more stunned as he muttered, "How is this possible..."

Just then, a violent roar rang out again.

While the two were lost in thought, that fire phoenix displayed its might once more.

The Blood River was nearly burned dry by it.

The two could only suppress their excitement and fight back with all their strength.

Meanwhile, the man surnamed Lei abruptly turned his head toward Ning Fa. The black electric light around him flared fiercely, and delight flashed through his eyes.

Then he let out a wild roar. The enormous Black Thunderbird Manifestation behind him rapidly solidified, shooting out thick bolts of black lightning as it screeched and pounced at Ye Ji opposite it.

The man surnamed Lei flashed and sped toward Ning Fa.

Surprise appeared on Ye Ji's face, but she was more than happy to see this. She immediately raised both hands, and countless moon-white blades of light sliced madly toward the Thunderbird Manifestation.

By then, the man surnamed Lei had arrived less than thirty meters before Ning Fa.

He looked at Ning Fa greedily, as though he were gazing upon some priceless treasure.

Ning Fa frowned at the man. Though he had never seen him before, the aura emanating from him felt familiar, as if they had met before—more than once, even.

His eyes abruptly narrowed. "You're that existence from Illusory Thunder Cave in Thunderflame