"Don't be scared~" Little Fen Yang whispered. Her Eye of Burning Sun could ignite a great blaze; naturally, it could extinguish it as well.
Even if the flames weren't put out, as the caster, Du Yu had an innate resistance to Demon Skills he himself unleashed.
Just like how Kui Chou, when mocking all things, would never mock himself into stupidity.
Divine Dry Branch: "Come with me."
"Hm?" Du Yu's tone lifted slightly, and under the gentle tug of the Withered Branch, his figure slipped into the spatial rift that had never closed.
In the next instant, Du Yu appeared high above the battlefield.
The rumbling from beneath his feet was the sound of the Cold Beast Mud Po crashing to the ground.
Aside from that, the entire battlefield seemed to have had a pause button pressed.
The Cold Race and Cold Beasts beneath the earth had been slaughtered to the last, and the five remaining Mud Po were being torn apart, jointly strangled by the Divine Tree and the Supremes.
