On one side, it solidifies, on the other, it flows; the hue of scorched earth replaces the golden-red of the magma pool, and an infinitely dreadful aura emerges from the depths of the earth.
"Aooo——"
Another roar resounded, but it was not the howl of the Drought Demon; it was the voice emitted by the Yinglong Dao Fruit. The aura of Yinglong also surged but was suddenly interrupted.
Immediately after, the scorched earth cracked, magma erupted from the underground, a red shadow shot straight up, and the Flame Qi wildly rampaged.
At that moment, Jiang Li leaped down from the tip of the Xuanyuan Sword, head down, feet up, diving like a comet towards the earth.
One rises, the other descends, in opposite directions, finally converging mid-way along the Sword Peak—two enormous and fierce Qi forces collide directly.
"Boom!"
