Boom!
The golden radiance on Xuanyuan Sword grew much brighter and collided with the blood-red lightning. It looked like a golden dragon was fighting against a red dragon in the sky.
Boom! The thunder rumbled.
The ground cracked open and more lava surged out, turning the ground into a sea of flames. It felt like an enactment of hell on earth, and the heat was so intense that people couldn't even get close.
Mo Shanshi stood frozen in the air and watched this shocking scene unfold.
'He stopped it?'
He really didn't expect Fang Zhengzhi to stop that bolt of blood-red lightning.
As a result, he survived, unlike Mu Qingfeng, who was devoured by the lightning. However, he wasn't happy about it at all.
"Chi You!" Mo Shanshi clenched his fists so tightly that they turned pale.
"Valley Master Mo, take Wu Yuer and the rest and fall back!" Fang Zhengzhi's sword moved again. Xuanyuan Sword let out a sharp buzz and shot up into the sky.
