Everything around seemed to be hit by an Immobilization Spell, plunging the scene into a suffocating silence.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the Feather Emperor Ancestor, each look filled with anxiety.
Only the world of flames remained untamed, the scalding lava behaved like a creature gone mad, erupting skyward unpredictably.
It surged toward the heavens with an overwhelming force, exploding and billowing in the air, sketching majestic pillars of fire.
Reddish-purple tongues of flame licked the sky, becoming the most striking and restless presence amidst the silence.
Xia Ritian stood beside, his aura restrained, with only his eyes gleaming sharply and vibrantly.
His gaze alternated between locking on the distance and lowering in contemplation, obviously his mind racing.
Xia Ritian was plotting various ways to break through the predicament, exuding a sense of reckless determination.
