"Bankai..."
As that clear, quiet murmur slowly rang out, the flames erupting from Ryūjin Jakka in Ling Feng's hand swiftly returned to its blade. Soon, all the flames vanished, and the weapon in his hand became a wooden sword that looked scorched black.
Watching this, Wolf Demon narrowed his scarlet eyes, studying the seemingly frail Bankai before him in bewilderment. It did not even possess Ryūjin Jakka's roaring, terrifying flames.
Yet Wolf Demon felt that Ling Feng's Bankai could not possibly be so simple. As he scrutinized that scorched wooden sword, an inexplicable unease stirred in his heart.
Then he noticed that the surrounding air had become dry in an instant. Not even the faintest breeze remained, and the scattered clouds vanished into thin air. A scorching heat filled the surroundings, leaving even his gauzy cloak of demonic energy unable to flutter.
He could even feel the moisture in his own blood rapidly draining away. All of this filled Wolf Demon with dread, as though something inside him were warning him to flee at once!
Meanwhile, throughout Flamefire City, every water-filled vessel and vase, every stream and river, dried up in an instant...
This was the Bankai of Ling Feng's Ryūjin Jakka—Zanka no Tachi!
Whoosh!
The enormous black wheel of light tore through the air. Without the wind, its passage sounded less violent, but that attack, blotting out the sky and sun, still seemed poised to swallow Ling Feng whole.
Yet the moment the black wheel of light came within a meter of Ling Feng, terrifying, searing flames suddenly erupted from his body. They covered both his body and blade, as though he had wrapped himself in the blazing sun.
Boom!
Wolf Demon's attack collided with Ling Feng, and terrifying energy exploded.
Yet under Wolf Demon's anxious gaze, the energy