More than a dozen wounds opened across Tianwu's body, deep enough to expose bone. Blue-green fluid poured from them.
It roared. All eight mouths opened at once...
Eight water-blue streams of breath shot out from eight directions. Each was hundreds of meters thick, converging straight on Chen Hao. The eight merged into one.
Chen Hao formed a hand seal with his left hand.
Fire.
Red light surged from his palm. Not ordinary fire, but Samadhi True Fire. Gold shone within the red, and white glimmered within the gold.
Flames spread from his palm, swelling and spreading through the air...
In an instant, they filled his entire field of vision.
From the sea to the horizon, from left to right, the flames had no visible end. The entire dried-out sea of Guixu was engulfed in crimson firelight.
The eight water-blue streams plunged into the sea of fire and evaporated. Not even vapor remained.
Smoke began rising from Tianwu's body.
But its Dao patterns lit up again. Golden lines of light coursed over its entire body, counteracting the scorching Samadhi True Fire.
It could withstand it.
It truly could withstand it.
Chen Hao withdrew the flames.
He hovered in the air, watching Tianwu, which was smoking all over but still standing.
This Tianwu cultivated the Way of Water. The waters of Guixu had nourished it for untold tens of thousands of years. Its Dao had already become one with this sea.
Ordinary attacks could not kill it. He had to pit Dao against Dao.
Chen Hao put his sword back into the Qiankun Bag.
He extended his right hand, spreading all five fingers.
Something changed in the air.
Not the temperature, humidity, or pressure. Space itself.
Space itself was distorting.
Chen Hao held his right hand open, palm facing up. A point