Even as the voice was echoing out, thirty-six fist-sized shields made of ice appeared around Wu Qi. They had stopped the advancement of the flaming dragon while sending forth a rolling cold air that devoured half of it in just a blink of an eye. The red-haired youth's face fell, and his body trembled as he took a few steps back.
In a corner at the deepest area of the cave was a muddy ground measuring a few miles in circumference. As the deep and gruff voice was heard coming out from under the ground, a huge black fish head was seen slowly squeezing out of it. It caused the muddy ground to boil violently like a pot of porridge on a hot stove, sending lumps of slurry in all directions that spattered on the cultivators in the cave.
