Yet fate seemed unwilling to let him off so easily.
Just as Bing Huo was about to flee, an exceedingly sharp whistle suddenly pierced the air. An arrow gleaming with a metallic sheen shot toward him at a breathtaking speed, carrying the shadow of death. He twisted sideways at once, barely dodging it.
"Was that the Flower-Burial Divine Arrow?"
Yang Jingxue stood in midair with the Seven Extremes Bow in hand, her gaze indifferent yet sharp as an eagle's. A single glance from her sent a chill through Bing Huo Douluo's heart.
Seeing this, Ma Tianyang sneered, anger mingling with mockery. "Bing Huo, you still think you can fucking run?"
He formed seals with both hands and growled, "Five-Wheel Phoenix Art-Phoenix Fire Wing Formation!"
An enormous Blazing Fire Magic Formation spanning over a hundred meters suddenly appeared in the air, its purple-black flames radiating scorching, violent heat.
At the same time, the nine Destruction Flame Pearls within his body flew out once more, transforming into nine enormous Purple-Black Phoenixes.
They spread their wings, sending countless purple-black feathers shooting toward Bing Huo Douluo like swords.
The nine Purple-Black Phoenixes themselves wheeled forward, pursuing Bing Huo Douluo with ferocious attacks.
In an instant, the entire scene became heart-stopping.
Within the sinister, uncanny Ghost Slaughter Magic Formation, hundreds of ghostly souls attacked madly, like fierce winds in the night.
Yet every one of those vicious attacks was blocked by an ancient, mysterious Primordial Yellow Bell.
The Primordial Yellow Bell hovered silently within the formation, radiating an inviolable majesty.
An imposing growl rang out: "Nine Primordial Yellow Secrets-Serpent Body! Fifth Soul Skill-Bell Spins Through the Ages!"
The serpent pattern on the Primordial Yellow Bell suddenly lit up. A serpentine energy body spiraled nimbly upward, its light flickering, vivid as a living creature.
Then