When the Crimson Flame Tower was forged, the essence soul of a fire flood dragon at the Foundation Establishment Peak had been fused into it.
This gave the tower several functions. It could unleash nine tier-two low-grade fire flood dragons at once, much like one-use spells.
It could also combine those nine tier-two low-grade fire flood dragons into one by increasing the flow of magic power, raising it to second-tier superior-grade at its strongest.
He could switch freely between these modes as circumstances demanded.
Against someone of Zhuo Mengzhen's strength, even nine tier-two low-grade fire flood dragons swarming her would accomplish little.
Thus, unleashing a second-tier superior-grade fire flood dragon was the best choice.
"Well?"
"Do you still wish to continue, Fellow Daoist Zhuo?"
Liu Yu held the Crimson Flame Tower and the fire flood dragon ready without striking, questioning Zhuo Mengzhen impassively.
The might of a high-grade spirit artifact was worlds apart from that of a top-grade spirit artifact. Anyone with discerning eyes could see the difference.
Even three against one could hardly bridge that gap.
Thus, the moment he brought out his top-grade spirit artifact, the scales of victory tipped sharply.
"A top-grade spirit artifact!"
Zhuo Mengzhen noticed the instant Liu Yu brought out the Crimson Flame Tower. Her pupils contracted as she exclaimed in disbelief, deeply shaken.
Its unmistakable might stood out like a blazing torch in the night, like a sovereign among spirit artifacts.
Her three spirit artifacts were clearly far inferior by comparison.
Am I really going to give up just like this?
Zhuo Mengzhen knew the disparity between their spirit artifacts all too well. Coupled with Qing Yang's formidable strength, her chances of victory were exceedingly slim.
But she could never accept giving up like this!
Why would anyone willingly spit out a juicy