Within the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace, the endless Chaotic True Fire surged turbulently, like countless roaring fire dragons greedily licking everything in the Jiuli World.
The space became warped and distorted by the burning, producing a grating crackling sound.
Xu Xuanhu was engulfed in a sea of flames, surrounded by three layers of black halos, a portion of power blessed by the Great Day from the three generations of the Black Mountain old demon.
Even so, he still felt an unbearable burning pain, as if his soul was to be utterly incinerated.
His physical body, nourished by the bloodline of the Immortal Daoist, was extremely resilient, yet began to show charred marks.
Around him, the Wood Ancestor Mu Sang wielded a Withered Wood Staff, green light fluctuated along its length, striving to uphold a green light barrier against the invasion of Chaotic True Fire.
