A channel as thick as a bowl was formed around the white beam of light, among the densely packed firebirds. Only half of the dozens of firebirds were left, frozen in mid-air.

The fire burned brightly and was still crackling.

Above the flame, there is a slanted hole as thick as a bowl. The hole is smooth and flat. Through the hole, you can see the bumpy floor behind it.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a firebird with half its body exploded into a ball of flame!

Bang, another firebird exploded into a ball of flame.

These two exploding firebirds are like sparks thrown into a powder keg!

boom!

Countless balls of dazzling red light suddenly lit up, and all the firebirds burst into flames. The rolling flames instantly engulfed the location of the two of them!

boom!

In the flames, there was another huge explosion!

Amidst the explosion, a pale golden figure emerged. Zuo Mo's face was covered with soot, his expression was miserable, and he was holding the dying Xie Shan in his hand!

Xie Shan, who had narrowly escaped death, was not frightened at all, but whispered softly: "It's so exciting!"

Then he said to himself: "Idiot, don't you know that my flying sword is a fifth-grade flying sword?"
Chapter completed!