Elsewhere, Shangguan Tianque was having nowhere near as easy a time as Master Wei!
He had observed the bottom of the lampshade for only about three breaths before rising into the air and flying upward.
After entering, despite the golden bell formed by his talisman and the protective barrier surrounding him, waves of scorching fire still kept seeping through.
He could not breathe at all; every breath drew in streams of flowing flame. Shangguan Tianque could only stop breathing and circulate spiritual power throughout his body to supply its needs.
The endless heads within the sea of fire kept attacking him as well. The sight made his scalp prickle, and he could only raise his hands and cast one spell after another.
Rather than meeting their attacks with attacks of his own, his spells controlled the surrounding flames, diverting the incoming heads from their course.
With his grasp of fire laws, he could tell that these heads rode the momentum of the surrounding flames, converging on him as though riding the wind and cleaving the waves.
What he needed to do was divide the sea of fire, using his spells to carve out a space for himself and let those attacks slide past his sides.
Otherwise, if he met them head-on, he had no unusual flame within him like Master Wei did. He could only rely on his own strength to defend himself.
And how much magical power did he possess to pit against these endless flames?
He could not remain here observing any longer. Every breath, he had to divert the surrounding sea of fire, constantly consuming both his talismans and his magical power.
There were still three defensive magical treasures in his storage ring, but that was no reason to waste time here.
Thus, while forming spell seals