"This black fire can still transform?" Fang Yuan's eyes shined with bright light, he shook his head immediately after, the silver-white mist still had a strange aura, it did not belong to any path .
The silver-white mist did not seem to be fundamentally different from the black fire, and while enveloped by it, Shen Shang was still going crazy, the two immemorial year beasts were also continuing to howl.
When Fang Yuan fired his daybreak flying swords again, he discovered that the power of the daybreak flying swords actually boosted the silver-white mist, causing the latter to increase in size.
Suspicious, Fang Yuan immediately changed his mind and went on a furious rampage with wind blades instead.
The silver-white mist was weakened again, but the rate of decline was still very small.
After the attack lasted for a while, the silver-white mist suddenly turned into three large whirlwinds, covering Shen Shang and the two immemorial year beasts.
