Zhu Minglang once again danced his swordsmanship through the air.
This was not the Dragon Gate, where one could wield a sword to their heart's content. Mostly, the Art of the Flying Sword was used here.
However, just as Zhu Minglang was about to launch an attack, the ground beneath him suddenly shook violently. Immediately afterwards, a surge of Yinsha Mingyan flames erupted, engulfing the area where he stood in an instant.
Thankfully, the Nuwa Dragon cast a spell, wrapping Zhu Minglang's body in thick divine rock, saving him from the agony of soul-searing flames.
"Is there a way to repair the earth so that we have somewhere to stand?" Zhu Minglang asked the Nuwa Dragon.
Not long ago, this wasteland was only filled with rivers of netherworld flames, and the ground was merely cracked and shattered. But now, it's as if he stood in a sea of nether flames, with just small fragments of islands floating unstably in this world of fire.
