The Zoroastrian Sect disciples responsible for patrolling nearby all cried out in alarm, each of them with a look of horror on their faces.
At the same time, the terrifying shockwave directly lifted the weaker disciples up into the sky.
Blown away.
Boom!
Neither the fist nor the palm found a victor. At this moment, both of them suddenly launched another fierce attack at each other. Han Miaozhen leaped into the air directly, following with her hands crossed in front of her chest. Instantly, a pair of enormous flame wings appeared behind her.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The wings fluttered, and immediately endless flames danced around.
At this moment, she shouted angrily: "Fire Feather Storm!"
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
In an instant, countless flames in the sky shot down like rockets, which looked as if a phoenix had shot down its feathers from the sky.
The strong man showed no fear at the sight of this.
