Prairie Fire.
Endless Sea.
Tang Wan, resting on his back, bit her lip tightly. A hint of paleness swept across her delicate features but was soon tinged with an excited flush. She felt the restless Spirit Qi continuously surge into Zhou Li's body, and that exhilarating sensation was the most refreshing moment she had experienced in days.
The unending waves clashed with the boundless flames, fiercely pouncing towards Ancient God Fa Hai, who, however, paid no mind. His divine skill, Zun Fa, allowed him to disdain all magic in the world. Thus, he merely stood there nonchalantly, not taking the turbulence of fire and water seriously at all.
Then, he collided head-on with the Sanzang Master who was hidden in the water.
The moment the stone statue and the phantom of the Ancient God touched, the light from Qianhu's knife, Joan of Arc's sword, and the glow of Zhou Li's five Jade Gourds simultaneously burst upon Ancient God Fa Hai.
