The flames' temperature soared again.
The fusion of Ultimate Fire and sacred power brought the storm's might to an astonishing level.
The storm ravaged the forest, even causing faint distortions in space.
After releasing her support Soul Skill, Xue Qinghe shot skyward.
The three pairs of golden wings behind her flapped.
She became a golden streak of light, shooting straight into the clouds.
In midair, she closed her right hand around empty space.
A longsword formed from golden flames appeared in her hand.
The Angel Sword.
Golden flames burned along the blade, radiating the majesty of judgment over all things.
"Slash!"
Xue Qinghe cried out.
Holding the Angel Sword, she descended from the sky.
The longsword cleaved through the air, sending out an enormous golden sword wave.
The sword wave followed closely behind Flame Storm, its keen edge aimed straight at Zhao Wuji's throat.
Zhao Wuji watched Flame Storm and the golden sword wave bearing down on him.
His expression darkened.
He had lived so many years and weathered countless brushes with death.
But none had ever made him feel as hopeless as this.
The two forces before him had already exceeded the bounds of a Soul Ancestor and a Soul Emperor.
Empowered by god-level Martial Souls, the two forces fused together, their might approaching a Soul Saint's all-out strike.
More terrifying still, his attributes were countered.
The sacred attribute and Ultimate Fire exerted an extremely powerful suppressive effect on his Great Strength Vajra Bear Martial Soul.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Wuji roared.
He knew he could not escape.
If he chose to flee, these two forces would tear his back apart in an instant.
He could only stake his life on the fight.
"Gravity Compression!"
The fifth Soul Ring on Zhao Wuji's body, that black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring,