The four, who had just been beaten back by Mu Qin, displayed frowning expressions. Hou Huang, Huang Ti, and Dim Loog had tasted Mu Qin's power before. But from the clash just now, they realized Mu Qin had not yet used her true power when they fought her.
"Old king, are you sure you want to join this fight with only one arm like that?" Mu Qin asked Huang Ti. Her tone sounded playful.
"For the sake of the world, I must," Huang Ti replied.
"Well said!" Zhang Daofeng exclaimed. "Again! I will take point. The three of you support me!"
He revealed his weapon, which looked like a giant ink brush. Fire burst at the tip of the brush as he swung the weapon. It left a trail resembling a river made of flames.
Mu Qin's hair moved by itself as the Hieophant approached. Zhang Daofeng was very fast. His swings seemed to come from everywhere. In a short instant, the air around Mu Qin was filled with innumerable swirling rivers of flames left behind by the brush.
