As soon as she escaped, she charged forward again.
Za!
The sword light clashed with the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron's Power of Fortune.
It was like pouring oil on a raging fire, creating a screeching zila sound.
White mist rose in threads, like smoke and illusions.
Looking far into the distance, one could see illusionary mountains, rivers, and bizarre divine statues.
"Fire!"
"Thunder!"
The two Saint Heirs spoke simultaneously, once again casting Verbal Magic.
At that moment, the ground suddenly cracked open, endless lava burst forth, aiming straight at Jiang Cheng and Lan Ti.
Above the sky, thunder roared, deafening.
However, this kind of attack had very limited impact on the two of them.
Especially Jiang Cheng, with the Dragon Spirit Array in hand, the continuous corrosion of black water extinguished and weakened the lava and thunder bit by bit, causing no harm.
