The cold moon hung in the sky, its radiance spilling down.
Everything touched by the moonlight was frozen into ice sculptures, motionless.
It was as if this world itself had sealed them!
Feng Yu roared furiously, wildly waving the Phoenix Fire Feather Fan.
Hundreds of lava flows rose from the ground, engulfing the bamboo forest and altering the terrain.
"Divine Power—Brahma Day!"
A vast Brahma Day sun rapidly emerged behind him, pressing towards the cold moon, vying for a share of the celestial spectacle.
BOOM... BOOM...
The cold moon and the Brahma Day sun contended, dividing the world into halves of black and white.
The cold moonlight clashed violently against the scorching sunlight, producing a blindingly intense light.
In just a moment, the cold moonlight overpowered the scorching sunlight.
"The last time, you roasted me into a desiccated dragon; this time, I will freeze you into a dead bird!" Hong Yuan's eyes flashed fiercely.
