Along with the magic artifact crashing down, it completely blocked his path.
Fu Jing'an naturally dared not take it head-on, helplessly halting his form, shooting back in retreat.
And then, he saw that sect member spitting out a Golden Core, with a resolute expression, seemingly ready to take the attack directly with his core.
Fu Jing'an sighed lightly at this sight.
At that moment, a fiery red giant hand suddenly appeared, reaching downwards.
The fork-shaped artifact in mid-air abruptly stopped.
Immediately, flames emerged beneath the feet of the Demon Alliance Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator.
Seeing this scene, everyone was slightly stunned.
And that Demon Alliance Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator seemed to suddenly realize something.
Like a rat stepping on its tail, he was startled and tried to fly backward.
But it was already too late.
The flames beneath him instantly surged, engulfing him.
"Ah!"
