The Fire Phoenix spoke these words with incomparably heavy weight, his heart full of reluctance.
The momentum of the Molten Lava Fire Column was terrifying; even the Old Clan Leader, who had undergone eight Little Niranas, could not withstand it, let alone the Fire Phoenix.
To save his aged father, he had already steeled himself for a fight to the death.
How could he bear it—his daughter had just returned, his beloved wife and child filled his home—yet if he did not save the Old Clan Leader, his conscience would condemn him for life.
Seeing the resolve in her father's eyes, Little Wuya's wrist gave a tremor, and a surge of Primordial Power firmly bound the Fire Phoenix in place.
"Little Wuya, what are you doing!"
The Fire Phoenix saw his daughter swoop toward the Molten Lava Fire Column like a moth plunging into flame.
He suddenly understood that his daughter intended to go in his stead to save the Phoenix Emperor.
