Outside, a sea of fire still raged, tongues of flame leaping several tens of meters high. The original wasteland village had already been reduced to flying ashes, vanishing into oblivion, and even the ground beneath was melting- everywhere except for the area protected by the Immovable Golden Bell.
Yet, this was only just the beginning.
Barely three seconds later, hundreds of Blazing Birds remained in the sky, not swooping down, but circling and waiting for an opportunity, much like battleground remaining heavily armored horses biding their time. Once they launched a real charge, it would be an irresistible force, leaving no armor intact.
At this moment, countless Deer-Horned Demons launched another wave of large fireballs, illuminating the sky and earth in an instant.
Then, an even more dazzling glare rose from the center of the ground, like a blazing sun.
In this instance, the ultimate form of the Immovable Golden Bell was torn apart as if it were a paper sheet.
