The shining golden scripts appeared in the air and circled Hua Wudao. Then, they dropped down in a radiant circle.
Leng Luo, Hua Yuexing, and Duanmu Sheng looked down from above.
When Hua Wudao landed, the fire had already spread out in a line. It was picking up speed as it progressed toward Golden Court Mountain. However, he was in no hurry. He merely observed the direction and position of the fire with a slight frown.
Clearly, the fire was a pre-planned opening to their assault. The fire was getting closer.
