"He's been here!"
Elder Sang voiced somberly.
Pfft, the Pan Xian Ax's dry branches and withered leaves, already scorched by white flames, spread out, no longer concealed, wildly vigilant.
In an instant, mountains and rivers were consumed by the white flame, across ten thousand miles, the fire raged wildly on!
"Pitter-patter..."
On the ground, flames burned as rain in the color of ink floated down.
Since holding back one's aura was futile, the Water Ghost no longer hid his methods either. At a critical moment, survival was paramount.
But the Upanishad's rain, falling upon the Upanishad's fire, as they met, one resisting the other, began to vie for territory.
"I'll stand guard!" Elder Sang glared.
"You're too slow, my range of vigilance is broader," the Water Ghost retorted without giving way.
The grandeur of the Aqueous Ink World had been proven in the Arena of Abyss Island. How could it be matched by the likes of someone who had just mastered Upanishad?
Fire?
