"With the nourishment of the geocentric fire vein, if I still could not practice my Distant Fire Mysterious Gang to Level Nine, I would crash myself to death with a piece of bean curd!"
Speaking of his cultivation, Prince Xiaoming was full of pride, "Well Wang She, stop wasting my time. Anyway, you cannot run away now, even if you want to!" Meanwhile, Prince Xiaoming opened his arms, stretching the long sleeves of his robe. The rock flows around started to seethe following his moves.
With huge crashing sounds, surging rock flows were pushed as though by an invisible force. 10 streaks of magma burst out, which turned into snakes, roaring and rushing towards Wang She.
"Interesting." Wang She sneered at him and sped up fanning. Every move of his fan would cause a strong airflow. After a few moves, whirlwinds were formed around him, in which the magma snakes and airflows were tangling but could not defeat each other.
