With a flick of his wrist, a staff appeared in his grasp — forged from condensed solar qi, glowing like a miniature sun.
He leaned forward, eyes burning with confidence, and his body blurred.
In an instant, Ye Chen became a streak of light, tearing through the volcanic haze toward his opponent. The ground beneath him erupted into geysers of molten flame, his movement were smooth.
In response, the woman didn't linger on the scorched ground. She knew full well that the terrain favored her opponent.
With a light step, she rose into the air, her figure gliding hundreds of meters above the molten field.
'In this environment, he has the advantage… but what if I change the environment itself?' she thought, her eyes narrowing.
Though they stood far apart, to cultivators of their level, this distance was small. A slender staff appeared in her hand, frost misting from its surface. She began to chant softly, each syllable resonating with the laws of water and sky.
