The rolling flames, accompanied by a tiny crimson bird flying out, instantly filled the void. The firebird, only the size of a palm, transformed in an instant into a Flame Phoenix over twenty feet long.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, visible to the naked eye, crazily converged upon the body of the Flame Phoenix.
Within twenty feet around, everything was enveloped by the Flame Phoenix. Zheng Ming felt that if he retreated now, he would likely be blasted into dust by the Flame Phoenix instantly.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Zheng Ming, under the Flame Phoenix, seemed very weak. And the distance between the Flame Phoenix and Zheng Ming was constantly closing.
Five feet, three feet, one foot...
Zheng Ming had not yet made a move, which left many warriors from Red Flame Mountain stunned there; they couldn't believe that Zheng Ming would just sit and wait for death, but Zheng Ming truly did not move.
What was he doing?
