Seeing no more movement within the magical net, Old Fox Mountain drew it in, only for Bai Ling to emerge in fury. Inside the net, Bai Ling had used a false body and hidden himself within the Ancestral Deer Horn, only thus preserving his life.
"Old Fox Mountain, you tried to kill me!"
"Hmph! I merely intended to eliminate the Bifang Fire Spirit. As for you, if you lack even this much ability to preserve your life, forget about winning my Meier!"
"You are quite right, Uncle. I was rash!"
Old Fox Mountain spun his words as readily as if they were true, swept his broad sleeves, and dove deeper into the magma. Hu Meier and Bai Ling hurried after him.
As they descended, the magma's temperature rose sharply. They encountered several powerful Bifang Fire Spirits in succession, all of which Old Fox Mountain caught in his magical net before Hu Meier and Bai Ze joined forces to disperse them.
Yet even after the three descended tens of thousands of feet, the Magma Realm seemed endless. They kept descending and kept encountering attacks from Bifang Fire Spirits.
Mu Bai and the others were also in a difficult position within the Boiling Water Realm. No matter how many methods they tried, they could not restore the water to a normal temperature.
Meanwhile, inside the Bifang Divine Hall, Zhi Mu knelt beneath the Bifang Statue, murmuring with utmost devotion. When the Bifang Statue slowly opened its eyes, Zhi Mu saw that the moment had come. He immediately bit his finger and dabbed blood onto the statue's eyes.
Upon contact with the blood, the Bifang Statue's eyes threatened to spout flames. It burned what little remained of its soul and, through their bloodline connection, set the essence blood within Zhi Mu burning and