Shi Feiyang blasted Shang Heyang's Physical Body to pieces and frightened off the Green-Robed Ancestor. Both fled faster than lightning, beyond any hope of pursuit.
Figures of their stature as cult leaders all had life-saving arts at their disposal. Unless their destined calamity had arrived, killing them outright was difficult. At most, one could destroy one or two of their primordial Gods incarnations, and they would still escape.
Without a physical body to encumber it, a primordial Gods could flee a Thousand Miles in an instant. As it gathered and dispersed, it was almost without form or substance, impossible to catch. He could only let them go.
He used the Purple-Green Tusita Fire to remove the cursed demon flames from his flying swords and immortal drill, then turned to deal with Venerable Poison Dragon.
Venerable Poison Dragon was fighting Fire Wuhai. Most of the vast quantities of true solar fire Fire Wuhai had unleashed earlier had been collected by the Green-Robed Ancestor's Glazed Sleeping Palace. Venerable Poison Dragon's junior brother, the Western Wild Demon Yakeda, was also continuously collecting it with his Turning-Wheel Alms Bowl, drawing it into the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl in an unending stream with the Yin-Yang Two Qi he had refined.
Fire Wuhai's flames were virtually inexhaustible. A sweep of his hands sent out thousands upon thousands of blazing masses; a breath from his mouth sent flames raging hundreds or thousands of feet.
He paid no mind at all to Yakeda collecting his true fire with the alms bowl. His answer was to make miracles through brute force: increase the firepower and keep pouring it out, then see just how much fire his opponent could collect.
By now, Yakeda's Purple-Gold Alms Bowl had been heated red-hot. A ball of red light hung in the air, still drawing