The visible sky was nearly completely engulfed by azure flames.
In the depths of the azure flames, a shadowy figure could be seen fluttering its wings in suspension.
It seemed to be gathering strength, as the colossal waves of fire swept across in all directions, engulfing several high-rise buildings. The vibrant and bright flames, like those drawn with crayons, made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
"Blood Dip!"
Meng Chuan squinted his eyes and clenched his jaw, igniting his blood even as he was sent plummeting to the riverbed, immediately activating Blood Dip.
Because the moment he sensed Mo Jue's power, he knew one thing with absolute clarity.
If he didn't go all out, he would die!
He flipped back onto the crest of the roiling waves, his figure rising and falling, seemingly unharmed save for being drenched with water.
But in reality...
Sanskrit chants echoed in his heart, and an invisible barrier around him shattered.
