The fire dragon's roars disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the danger was not over.
Purple flames rippled in all directions, and the shadow of death was about to engulf the four of them in the next second.
This wasn't the fire Dragon that cultivators summoned, which had an immunity effect on teammates.
The destructive power of these flames, which had been corroded by the power of darkness, was even more powerful than the Dragon language magic from before. They carried the threat of death and roared in an instant.
The powerful wave of air pushed them back. It was too late for the three Holy disciples to escape.
The bone-chilling purple flames came like a huge tide, and the elf panicked and wanted to block it-
'Bang-'
The dark purple flames crashed into a transparent barrier, and a series of cracking sounds rang out.
The swordsman hurriedly raised his head and saw that a huge ice wall had appeared in front of the four of them.
