Meng Fan realized something was wrong, then felt puzzled. Where were the reinforcements the five sects had promised? Why hadn't they arrived after all this time?
Sensing that something was amiss, Meng Fan hurriedly tried to disengage and leave. But how could Li Huayuan, facing him, let him go?
Li Huayuan swung the fiery-red blade in his hand, unleashing streams of scorching flame that surrounded Meng Fan.
Dressed in red and wielding the Five-Thunder Whip, Hongfu also blocked his way, while Lin He flew into the air and controlled Lan Chou to join them.
Lan Chou was one thing, but faced with Hongfu and Li Huayuan's encirclement, Meng Fan's heart sank. He demanded angrily,
"Are you really determined to hunt me down to the last?"
"Hah! Hearing those words from a Demonic Path elder is truly laughable!"
Li Huayuan paid him no heed. His fiery-red blade flew out, spreading a wave of searing heat. Meng Fan hurriedly brought out a skull-shaped magic treasure. The skull opened its jaws wide and actually swallowed every last scorching flame, while the blade bounced off when it struck the skull.
Meng Fan's expression relaxed at the sight, but he had no intention of lingering in battle. The skull quickly spat out the flames it had absorbed, temporarily forcing Li Huayuan back.
Just then, a whip covered in lightning snaked toward him at an uncanny angle and bound him tightly. Meng Fan's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly tried to break free with his magic power, but the Five-Thunder Whip was formidable indeed, and he could not escape its bonds immediately.
Seeing this, Hongfu hurriedly called, "Martial Nephew Lin, strike now!"
Already prepared, Lin He controlled Lan Chou beside him. A great seal suddenly appeared above Meng Fan's head-the very Mountain-Cleaving Seal Li Huayuan had lent