Wují Dao Ancestor's right hand swung with a speed that surpassed everything, as if it had grown dozens of arms. The seemingly harmless wooden sword strike caused Ji Bubai to clench his teeth in pain, a pain that even his soul felt.
For Ji Bubai, pain counted for nothing.
Only by taking down the Dao Ancestor before him could he avenge his people!
The moment he thought of his people's once smiling faces, his eyes suddenly glowed red.
"Get lost—"
Flames violently surged on his body; Ji Bubai shook his arms, unleashing an unimaginable strength that sent Wují Dao Ancestor flying.
Wují Dao Ancestor squinted, thinking to himself, "What kind of power is this?"
The raging flames illuminated the firmament, making it clear for Qin Jun and the others on the ground below.
For some reason, Qin Jun's heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
The flames on Ji Bubai's body surged swiftly, layering upon him, eventually forming a suit of armor that seemed to have magma flowing within.
