With the final light sound of a collision, there was no longer any Buddhist Sect in front of Ning Zhuo, only a wall, seamlessly fitted and indistinguishable from its surroundings.
"I did it!" Ning Zhuo wanted to laugh with joy.
Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit: ??!!
It was dumbfounded.
It stood frozen in place, motionless, like a sculpture.
After a long while, its gaping mouth trembled before slightly closing.
And then, in the next moment, it raised its head and roared wildly, spewing a gigantic pillar of fire from its throat!
Ning Zhuo pressed on and sealed the Demon Sect once more, showing no trace on the surface.
The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit went mad!
It jumped up and down in the main hall, banging its head against columns and floor tiles, causing the entire Magma Fairy Palace to almost bounce.
At the peak of Fire Persimmon Mountain, fire and magma erupted simultaneously, violently and overwhelmingly.
