In the void, the Golden Crow and the phoenix stood side by side.
Zhu Yao beat her wings, and the Solar True Flame became a rain of flames that filled the sky.
Feng Qing circled overhead, Nirvana Flame pouring from between her feathers.
The Golden Crow's Solar True Flame intertwined with the phoenix's Nirvana Flame, illuminating this dark expanse of void as brightly as day.
From afar, it looked as though the entire void had been set ablaze.
The meteorites, shards of ice, and nameless stellar debris floating in the distance vaporized instantly in that sea of fire, leaving not even a speck of residue.
Some of the wavering members of the Demon Race in the distance frantically retreated.
An old demon murmured, "Is this... the might of a Primordial Emperor?"
No one answered him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that sea of fire.
At its center, three enormous dragons each unleashed their divine abilities.
Golden light flowed across Ying You's body. Flames struck him in showers of sparks, but could not penetrate his flesh.
Arcane patterns lit up one after another on Yu Ji's purple dragon scales. An enormous formation unfolded before him, blocking every drop of fiery rain.
All eighty-one scales on Ao Qing's body detached at once, each becoming a life-bound magic treasure. Eighty magic treasures, eighty-one transformations-they revolved around Ao Qing, forming an impenetrable defense that held him securely at its center.
Using three entirely different methods, the three enormous dragons worked together to block the two Primordial Emperors' first attack.
The flames still burned in the void, but could advance no farther.
Feng Qing tilted her head slightly and transmitted her voice to Zhu Yao. "Your cultivation..."
"I know," Zhu Yao interrupted, her tone still calm.
Feng Qing fell silent for a moment and