Meanwhile, Yang Yi.
Not long after charging out, he too sensed the malice stirring above.
Something seemed to be moving within the black clouds.
But Yang Yi did not stop. His most urgent task was still to stop Heitanba and put out the flames on him, or everything would be too late.
So when the Black Tree Branches attacked Moon Island behind him, Yang Yi paid them no attention. There was more than one Mythic-level powerhouse on the island.
After seeing Galahad cleave through the Black Tree Branches with a plain, unadorned slash, Yang Yi had even less inclination to concern himself with what was behind him. He focused entirely on the enormous black tree in the distance, especially its base, where countless thin black branches pierced Heitanba, suspending him in midair as he burned fiercely.
After the initial chaos, Moon Island also fought back against the flowing fire raining down from the sky, bringing its firepower to bear to scatter or repel it as much as possible, changing where it fell to reduce casualties.
If any still landed on the island, the players took a more cautious approach to attacking this highly dangerous flowing fire, launching White Shards at it from a distance to extinguish it and minimize casualties.
But the island's reserves of White Shards were limited. Merely keeping Moon Island's temperature under control so it would not melt in the heat was already an enormous drain. The surrounding temperature had barely ever fallen below ten thousand degrees, and occasionally soared into the tens of thousands under the shroud of flowing fire.
Still, Moon Island had not fallen and continued along its original course, launching two more rounds of bombardment at the enormous black tree along the way and achieving some results.
But...
"No... this thing is