A tremendous BOOM echoed.
The crimson peak swayed, then immediately began to crumble and shatter, breaking into fragments of all sizes. A plume of dust and smoke billowed toward the heavens, accompanied by an enraged roar.
Lü Zhong, who had already retreated to a safe distance, smiled faintly at the sight.
When he'd left earlier, he had deliberately left his Incarnation behind in the Magma Lake. 'I didn't expect it to actually come in handy,' he thought. 'Even if it can't seriously injure Qingding, it'll at least make them suffer a bitter loss.'
'As for whether it could kill them?'
Lü Zhong considered it unlikely. 'After all, they're old monsters who have cultivated for several hundred years. It's impossible for them to be unable to handle something so trivial.'
In fact, even Hundred Flowers, who had been swallowed by the Ancient Rock Python, was very likely still alive.
His true goal was to gradually weaken his targets' strength.
