"After fighting this long, it seems the intelligence really was accurate. Something has indeed happened to the Fire Clan's Sacrificial Spirit, that Vermilion Bird who ignited Divine Fire!"
Mingshe Xie seemed to have confirmed something. There was a smile in its eyes, but that smile was cold.
Without a doubt, it had brought a Deity's artifact like the Saint-Hunting Banner precisely to prepare for a confrontation with that Vermilion Bird Sacrificial Spirit.
Of course, under ordinary circumstances, even if the intelligence were accurate, it would not have dared come here and act so brazenly.
It was all because this was no longer the ancient era. As the years passed, even a Deity would decline, until even a Venerable could shake them.
"Just like the Sacrificial Spirit of the Heaven Mending Pavilion in this Desolate Region, your Sacrificial Spirit is also nearing its end-or has already reached it. Now I will give you one last chance. Come bearing thorn branches on your back and beg forgiveness. Do not bring ruin upon yourself!" Mingshe Xie's voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the void incessantly.
"Your time is up." The Fire Emperor spoke for the first time during the battle. He had remained silent until now, but the moment he spoke, he sent Mingshe Xie into a towering rage.
Boom!
Wisps of white mist appeared, surrounding Mingshe Xie and fully revealing its Venerable aura.
Then came a wailing sound, as though from the Nine Hells. It was an evil sonic wave that seemed about to blanket heaven and earth, deafening in its intensity.
This was an unparalleled Precious Technique belonging to the Mingshe Clan. Heaven above and earth below trembled. It reached the soul and acted upon the mind, a rare assault on the spiritual plane.
"What a racket!" the Fire Emperor snapped.