The flaming tornado roared toward Mu Xingyun, its scorching breath rushing into his face and making it impossible to breathe.
Yet Mu Xingyun stood firm, like a towering mountain.
He wore the Dark Night Demon Armor, which gleamed faintly in the firelight, as though shielding him from harm.
Mu Xingyun swung both fists, each punch carrying the force of thunderous might. He blocked the howling wind and fire of the flaming tornado one strike after another, continually blasting out forceful punches to disrupt its rotation.
His movements were swift and powerful. Every block and every disruption was a fierce clash with the flaming tornado.
Yet, formidable as Mu Xingyun was, the flaming tornado's power was astonishing as well.
Even as he defended himself, Mu Xingyun had to endure the searing flames and the slicing winds.
After the flaming tornado swept over him, Mu Xingyun looked somewhat bedraggled, his body marked with numerous burns and cuts. But he paid them no heed, and his gaze only grew firmer.
On the spacious Soul Fighting Platform, Su Ningxia and Mu Xingyun stood facing each other.
Su Ningxia's expression was grave. A resolute light flickered in her eyes, as though an invisible force were drawing her body onward.
Her upright figure was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, instantly radiating an astonishing presence.
Seven-color radiant clouds slowly rose from within her, gradually enveloping her entire body and making her look like a fairy who had stepped out of an immortal realm, dazzling in her splendor.
At that moment, everything around her seemed to lose its luster. She alone became the focus of that space.
Su Ningxia began forming seals with her hands, her movements fluid and graceful, as though performing a silent dance.
As she moved, the red and orange clouds blazed