In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the demonic aura blanketing Hele Mountain had become a mountain-wide red glow, as though the whole mountain had turned into a mountain of flames. Then it began to flow like water.
An enormous toad was drawing in breath without cease.
Rumble! Rumble!
Bolts of lightning laden with the aura of tribulation fell toward the mountain, striking the Great Toad.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The little hillside beneath the Great Toad collapsed completely, forcing its entire demonic body into the pool below. Yet its vast mouth was like a bottomless pit, sucking in countless streams of aura, rolling heavenly lightning, and earthly fire.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The white crane in the sky beat his wings fiercely. Yi Shuyuan felt as though the creature meant to suck even him into its belly. That toad's mouth had the momentum to swallow the heavens. A monster like this could already claim kingship and lordship!
Yet at such a critical moment, a bizarre thought still slipped through Yi Shuyuan's mind: if his white crane form were sucked into the toad's belly, wouldn't that mean a lowly toad had actually eaten heavenly crane flesh?
With that inhalation, all the mist over Hele Mountain cleared. To those still trapped there, it seemed the world had suddenly come into focus.
Before Han Shiyong's eyes, the talisman fire dragon he controlled was growing weaker and weaker. Its flames seemed to be drawn out thread by thread, flying toward the center of Hele Mountain.
As the mist receded, an old man wearing the magical garment of the White Feather Way appeared beside a tree on a distant hillside, caught in the coils of a brilliantly colored python. He had clearly spotted Han Shiyong in the distance too, along with the fire dragon whose fiery color was fading.