Chapter 668: Chapter 631: Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire

The land of immortals in the past, now fallen into a Shura ghost domain, wailing everywhere, blood and gore filling the sky.

"Demon! I’ll fight you to the death!"

A crimson flame, imbued with overwhelming fury, suddenly appeared, transforming into a stream of light. Its speed was immense, striking the rampaging Winged Demon Roc in an instant.

The stream of light exploded, and the scorching crimson flames ignited one of the wings of the Winged Demon Roc.

The flames burned the feathers and flesh, producing a sizzling sound and emitting a scorched odor.

The Winged Demon Roc cried out in pain, letting out a sharp and ear-piercing angry screech, its flaming wing exuding demon energy.

At the same time, its massive beak opened wide, spewing out a large cloud of yellow-brown demon mist.

The demon mist enveloped the Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire, emitting sizzles and pops as they corroded each other and then extinguished.

The Winged Demon Roc put out the crimson flames, revealing a charred patch on its wing.

"Alright, we are saved, the Ancestor has come out of seclusion!"

"Ancestor, kill that demon beast, avenge everyone!"

An old Taoist with white hair flew out from the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.

It was the Grand Elder of the Fire Cloud Sect, True Master Primordial Fire.

His face was pale, devoid of any blood color.

Clearly, the baby-forming had failed, and the backlash was severe.

By rights, True Master Primordial Fire should have been hiding in the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, resting and recuperating.

However, the Winged Demon Roc went on a violent rampage, slaughtering outside, destroying the elite of the Fire Cloud Sect.

Facing this catastrophic moment, True Master Primordial Fire couldn’t just stand by and watch the foundation of the Fire Cloud Sect be destroyed.

With the sect’s elite almost annihilated and the path of the sect’s legacy about to be extinguished, True Master Fire Cloud felt as if his heart was bleeding, disregarding everything, making a desperate last stand.

The Winged Demon Roc extinguished the crimson flames, halted its actions, and hovered mid-air, its eyes fixed on True Master Primordial Fire, revealing a fierce gleam.

It only burned off some feathers and flesh, a superficial wound, and didn’t seem to be seriously harmed.

"Demon, die!"

True Master Primordial Fire roared in anger, with a wave of his hand, his Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Primordial Fire Sword, turned into a crimson streak and was unleashed.

The sword vibrated, spewing out Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire.

This fire, refined from the essence of the earth’s fire marrow and tempered by the subterranean flames for a thousand years, began to show spiritual essence.

As the flames surged, they transformed into crimson cloud forms with extreme temperatures; the space was slightly distorted by the burn, its power terrifying.

Even the Innate Treasure Body and indestructible Winged Demon Roc was ignited and burnt by it.

"Hurry and leave!"

True Master Primordial Fire shouted.

The disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, like waking from a dream, fled in all directions, escaping the Fire Cloud Sect.

True Master Primordial Fire’s sword technique summoned, occasionally the Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire turned into a sword, at times a net, sometimes like a meteor fire rain pouring down, attacks were furious.

He was entirely fighting with his life, using a strategy of mutual destruction.

The Winged Demon Roc relied on its formidable flesh body and bizarre demon techniques, clawing, pecking with its giant beak, spreading demon winds and toxic mists, to contend with True Master Primordial Fire.

The man and the fowl, engaged in a life-and-death battle over the ruins of the Fire Cloud Sect.

The Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire and the pitch-black demon energy continually clashed and exploded, the explosive sounds deafening.

The terrifying destructive power leveled the surrounding peaks and collapsed the halls.

The ground was torn with bottomless chasms.

The whole Fire Cloud Sect was shrouded in rolling black smoke and blazing flames.

The rampaging demon wind roared unceasingly.

The sky turned dark and murky.

The day turned dark, the earth shook, and the mountains trembled.

Hidden in the shadows, Shen Xuan watched the desperate fight of True Master Primordial Fire, feeling a faint yet poignant sadness, like mourning a fallen comrade.

"Even with Golden Core Perfection, involved with the sect, buried in the belly of a demon bird."

He saw very clearly.

True Master Primordial Fire forcibly suppressed the formation failure wounds, fighting the Winged Demon Roc against the odds.

It seemed like a fierce battle of equals.

In truth, True Master Primordial Fire was not the Winged Demon Roc’s opponent at all.

As time goes on, the wounds will take effect, and True Master Primordial Fire is sure to die.

"What a pity. The sect spent countless resources cultivating a Golden Core Perfection."

"For such a Fire Technique Golden Core to self-destruct is quite a waste."

Shen Xuan mused silently.

The Winged Demon Roc’s Demon Power was unable to completely suppress True Master Primordial Fire.

In the final moments.

True Master Primordial Fire could still operate Spiritual Power, self-destructing the Golden Core.

While obliterating himself, he might inflict damage on the Winged Demon Roc.

Giving the many Fire Cloud Sect disciples a slim chance of survival.

Seeing True Master Fire Cloud gradually faltering, with Spiritual Power becoming more and more sluggish.

The Winged Demon Roc let out a triumphant screech, intensifying its moves, gradually shifting from defense to offense.

"The time has come."

Shen Xuan gripped the exotic cold iron rod, with a shake of his body, transformed into a Profound Ice Divine Dragon over thirty zhang long.

"Demon, take my rod!"

Just as True Master Primordial Fire and the Winged Demon Roc were locked in a white-hot battle.

"Roar!"

A desolate and ancient, mighty dragon roar, unexpectedly exploded above the battlefield.

Within the dragon’s roar was imbued the killing intent of a Divine Dragon and extreme coldness, instantly dispersing the pervasive demon energy and firelight.

Both True Master Primordial Fire and the Winged Demon Roc were startled, instinctively retreating to defend.

A Profound Ice Divine Dragon over thirty zhang long, with dark blue scales, tore through the clouds and boldly dove down.

The dragon’s body winding, emanating an extreme cold aura that froze everything, with countless ice crystals and snowflakes swirling and falling around.

Shen Xuan activated the [Dragon Blood Boiling], maximizing the true dragon bloodline within him.

The Profound Ice Divine Dragon’s claws tightly gripped the dark golden exotic cold iron rod, the surrounding space twisted and shattered, with Divine Sense locked onto the Winged Demon Roc’s neck.

He had been observing for a long time, knowing that this was where the Winged Demon Roc’s defense was relatively weak.

"Roar!"

With a sway of the dragon’s body, the Profound Ice Divine Dragon’s speed soared, turning into a blue lightning bolt that ripped through the sky, the exotic cold iron rod raised high, stirring the winds and clouds, carrying terrifying power capable of crushing mountains, viciously sweeping towards the Winged Demon Roc’s neck.