Demonic Dragon Killing Formation

Watching the figure smash the ground into a massive crater, everyone drew a long breath of cold air. Silence fell, with only the Vermilion Bird's sky-piercing cry echoing between heaven and earth.

"Damn it, how is this possible?!" Ling Miao could not help letting out a low roar, her face twisted.

Yu Qingxuan drew a deep breath and hurriedly went to check on Nu Mou.

The three Vice Pavilion Masters of the Earth Pavilion also had slight changes in expression, a trace of gloom in their eyes.

Now that Chen Mo had borrowed the Vermilion Bird's power, they were simply no match for him.

"What do we do?" The few of them looked at one another.

The Earth Pavilion members were also stunned.

"Brat, you're courting death..."

From the enormous crater below, Nu Mou shot into the sky with Yu Qingxuan supporting him. He was in a miserable state, covered in flame burns. Half his face in particular had been charred black; if he did not speak, no one could tell at a glance whether he was Nu Mou.

Nu Mou was utterly enraged. Fury burned in his eyes. He had not been scorched by ordinary flames, and it would take a long time for his injuries to heal. That period would undoubtedly be torture for him.

Ever since becoming the Earth Pavilion Master, he had never suffered such a great loss. How could he endure this?

He shook off Yu Qingxuan's hand, his icy voice reaching the ears of the many members of the Water and Earth Pavilions.

"Members of the Water and Earth Pavilions, heed my command! Form the Demonic Dragon Killing Formation!"

The Earth Pavilion members' hearts trembled at those words. The Demonic Dragon Killing Formation was a battle formation of the Asura Clan, one that only