Zhang Jing's pitch-black pupils reflected the endless flames sweeping across the heaven.
And the figures standing proudly amidst the fiery clouds in the mid-air.
At this instant.
A flaming white bone demonic crow was slowly descending, a crimson arrow lodged in its chest.
"Why are my brothers from the White Bone Dao in such a hurry to leave after coming from afar to Nanli? We should at least extend our hospitality as the hosts."
A voice laden with murderous intent echoed.
A man in a purple robe from the inner courtyard boldly stepped forward.
Several dozen Dao patterns, resembling talismans, emerged out of thin air. They scattered and branded the void in an instant, faint green and red lights connecting them, forming a cage that encompassed all the enemy figures.
He laughed heartily.
"Haha, witness our Wind-Fire Incineration Array!"
