Before his words had faded, a gale suddenly rose overhead!
Yet that wind was not the three-colored flames spewed by the Fire Lingzhu, but a bizarre suction that defied description.
It was as though an invisible giant hand had suddenly seized the entire sky above the collapsing Sea of Suffering Hell. Even the dispersing blood mist and rubble nearby were dragged backward into the air.
Qing Chen's heart sank. This is bad! The Xiantian Primordial Magnetism Divine Vessel beneath his feet plunged dozens of feet with a boom, while dark gold divine light blazed around him like a scorching sun. His protective blood gang stretched taut, immediately steadying him.
Seeing signs that Tie Shou was being dragged away, Qing Chen also circulated his true essence to drive the divine light, firmly anchoring him in place so he could not move.
An odd sensation ran through his fingertips. He was inwardly alarmed that this suction was considerably more overbearing than the pulling force when the Rebirth Furnace had collapsed earlier!
"There's definitely something wrong with this Qing Sanxiao." Qing Chen also saw that the gravely wounded Qing Sanxiao was not moving in the slightest, hiding a little behind the Fire Lingzhu.
I have to kill this man first in a moment. Still trying to profit at my expense?
Qing Chen composed himself and looked up again!
Beneath the domed furnace wall cast from some unknown dark iron overhead, space twisted like boiling broth, and countless tiny points of light shot in from every direction!
At first, they drifted like tiny fireflies, but in the blink of an eye, they condensed into fist-sized crystal cores, shimmering with gray-black halos-those were the natal cores of the Crystal Mo Tribe monsters!
One, ten, fifty... in the space of a single breath, more than a