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Deep within the underground magma world.
The waves of molten lava churned and boiled endlessly, with fragments of rock continuously falling into it.
As the scales on the Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpent lit up one by one, its four serpent eyes also glowed a deep crimson. It fixated its gaze on the slippery and minuscule figure, momentarily halting its pursuit.
Wei Yang also paused his movements.
From within the magma, strands of deep red flames surfaced and burned fiercely, quickly forming a vast sea of fire that hovered above the magma lake.
The temperature in the area instantly became even more scorching and terrifying, as if even the air itself was about to be incinerated.
The deep red flames that filled the sky suddenly erupted in violent turbulence, swirling rapidly and emitting a series of intense, howling roars that echoed throughout this vast underground world.
As the sea of fire spun faster, its interior writhed, and over a dozen Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpents, entirely formed from flames, emerged vividly from within.
These fire-formed serpents looked incredibly lifelike, possessing clear intelligence, and their sizes were barely smaller than the original body.
Their coiling bodies completely encircled Wei Yang, their serpent heads twisting, forked tongues flickering, and dozens of rhomboid pupils glinting with ferocity and madness, locking onto Wei Yang with deadly intent.
A chilling sense of danger permeated the air.
"This fire-controlling technique is way too ridiculous..." Wei Yang’s figure stiffened as he gently flapped his black wings, stirring up waves of scorching air. He opened his mouth slightly, swallowing hard.
His scalp tingled. Was this really just a magical beast?
This level of fire control—damn, it was even better than what many alchemists could do!
He had indeed been waiting for the opponent’s ultimate move, but this...
Even he couldn’t help but feel a numbness creeping into his scalp, his heart growing heavy.
At this moment, the dozen or so Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpents suddenly let out a synchronized, piercing hiss that echoed through the underground world, ear-piercing to the extreme.
The moment the hissing resounded, the serpents, entirely composed of searing deep red flames and appearing almost alive, coiled together, faintly forming a fire serpent formation.
At the center of the formation—Wei Yang, with nowhere to run.
Then, bringing with them boundless fire, carrying a temperature terrifying enough to burn even the air itself, the flaming serpents charged toward Wei Yang in a frenzied assault.
Over a dozen massive fire serpents, each stretching more than ten meters long, danced through the air in a spectacular yet horrifying display of destruction.
The scene was breathtakingly grand.
Yet, behind such grandeur lay sheer devastation—enough to severely injure even an ordinary Dou Wang expert.
"Sh*t—I was careless. I should have waited until I reached the peak of Dou Ling before coming here! I can’t believe my eleven years of cautious cultivation are about to break here!"
Wei Yang stared at the incoming fire serpents from all directions, a hint of awe and admiration flashing through his eyes.
"A peak Rank 4 magic beast, in an environment , leveraging its innate fire control abilities... It’s actually unleashing power comparable to a mid-rank Dou Wang... No, this level of power might even be touching the high-rank Dou Wang threshold!"
"Since there’s no escape, then I’ll face it head-on! Just because I play it safe doesn’t mean I’m weak!"
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
In the outside world, only a split second had passed.
Wei Yang took a deep breath of the scorching air, his body springing upward. The crimson Dou Qi covering his body grew even deeper in color. Then, he bent forward slightly, and with his right palm, he pressed fiercely toward the void ahead.
A massive crimson lion, nearly eight meters long, appeared in the air and let out an enraged roar toward the depths below.
A wave of sonic ripples spread rapidly, causing the vast sea of crimson flames beneath to momentarily pause.
Immediately after, the enormous crimson lion charged forward, crashing headlong into the dozens of Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpents!
The crimson lion and over a dozen Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpents collided almost simultaneously at the center of the battlefield.
The instant they clashed—
A deafening explosion erupted, shaking the heavens and earth. A mushroom cloud of pure flames surged into the sky.
A violent energy shockwave expanded outward in all directions, followed closely by rippling waves of residual energy sweeping across the battlefield.
The lava lake, which had only just begun to settle, was once again thrown into chaos, surging with monstrous waves.
Wei Yang’s black wings frantically flapped behind him as his figure retreated at high speed, leaving behind streaking afterimages in the air. The Dou Qi within his body surged wildly, forming a thick layer of protection over his body.
However, fast as he was, the expanding energy shockwave was even faster.
In an instant, it caught up to him. The afterimages he left behind were visibly swept away and obliterated by the shockwave.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down. Wei Yang’s entire body bristled as he saw the energy wave reflected in his pupils.
He instinctively curled his body tightly, bringing his arms up to protect his head. His black wings folded forward, wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.
Then, the energy shockwave hit.
Wei Yang felt as if he had been struck head-on by an Ancient Void Dragon. His entire body was like a cannonball, shooting straight toward a distant rock wall.
The rock wall exploded upon impact, and Wei Yang was embedded deep into it.
At the edge of the battlefield, Ye Xian’er, who had been watching everything unfold, had reddened eyes as she cried out.
Even though the energy shockwave had significantly weakened by the time it reached her, it still slammed against her gray-white Dou Qi Armor, forcing her to stagger backward. She was only able to stop when her back crashed into the rock wall, causing countless spiderweb-like cracks to spread across it.
From beneath the fading mushroom cloud of flames, amidst the falling torrents of lava, a sharp, agonized hiss rang out.
Ye Xian’er’s eyes instantly turned cold, her teeth clenched in anger.
At this moment, the Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpent looked utterly miserable. Both of its heads were mangled beyond recognition.
Countless scales had fallen off its body, leaving the once-pristine fire-jade-like serpent battered, bloodied, and barely recognizable.
As the mushroom cloud dispersed and lava rained down, its enormous body plummeted weakly into the lava lake.
Earlier, in order to maximize its attack power and land a decisive blow on that despicable human, it had placed itself among the attacking serpents.
As a result, it had been positioned right at the epicenter of the explosion.
The fact that it still had an intact corpse was a testament to its formidable magical beast physique and its affinity with fire.
Ye Xian’er only gave a fleeting glance at the serpent, now half-submerged in the lava and uncertain whether it was alive or dead. Without further concern, her gaze anxiously turned toward the direction where Wei Yang had crashed.
She desperately wanted to go to him, but unfortunately, she couldn’t fly. All she could do was stand there, filled with worry and frustration.
The rock wall suddenly burst apart, sending rubble flying in all directions. A somewhat disheveled figure shot out from within. Black wings spread wide, suspending him in midair.
Ye Xian’er’s eyes instantly brightened.
Wei Yang’s face was pale, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath. His clothes were torn, and his hair was messy. His entire body ached as though his bones were about to fall apart.
He carefully moved his body—
The pain made him involuntarily suck in a sharp breath.
Recalling what had just happened, he glanced at his black wings. A cold sweat formed on his back as lingering fear gripped him.
Fortunately, his wings had taken the brunt of the energy shockwave. If not, he would have undoubtedly suffered severe injuries.
Although he looked battered, his injuries were mostly superficial—nothing that a bit of rest couldn’t fix.
Sensing his nearly depleted Dou Qi, Wei Yang’s cultivation technique automatically activated, drawing in the dense fire-attribute energy from his surroundings to replenish himself.
"Brother Yang~!" Ye Xian’er stood on her tiptoes, waving eagerly.
"Coming." Wei Yang responded, flapping his wings and swiftly flying toward her.
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