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“Wind Fire cloud Dragon, break!” Yi Qing shouted, and a total of 18 fire dragons roared towards the sky. They flew around Meng Zheng, forming a fire Dragon Storm.

The extremely high temperature of the flames forced Xia kaiyi and the others to retreat.

In the center of the firestorm, Meng Zheng found it even more difficult to move.

His hair and clothes had been reduced to ashes in the flames, revealing the black armor underneath. However, under the high temperature, the armor had also turned dark red, and it was densely covered with fine patterns. It was obvious that it would not last for long.

Ling Chuxi’s expression changed. As expected of the spiritual Emperor clan, which was known as the best in magic. The power of this Wind Fire cloud Dragon shocked even Ling Chuxi.

If it was the old Meng Zheng, he might have been able to withstand it with his body condensation state cultivation, but now that he had lost an arm, his cultivation had been crippled as well. How could he withstand such a powerful spell with just his Emperor level strength?

Ling Chuxi held the Luo Chen sword in her hand and was ready to make her move.

At this moment, Meng Zheng slowly raised his long saber. His gaze was firm.

Ling Chuxi slowly released her grip on the sword hilt. To Meng Zheng, this was a rare opportunity to gain experience. Perhaps, it was also a great opportunity for him to rise from the ashes of the Phoenix.

Ling Chuxi knew that although the shadow in Meng Zheng’s heart had been completely removed and his state of mind had also undergone an earth-shaking change, he had still not found an opportunity to break through. Today’s battle might be the best opportunity.

Meng Zheng raised his long saber high and walked forward step by step. In his pain, his expression became unusually ferocious, and the hand holding the saber trembled non-stop. However, his steps were steady, advancing forward without hesitation.

A mist of blood spurted out of his mouth. He had already started to burn his blood essence to increase his strength with all his might to resist the power of the terrifying firestorm.

Ling Chuxi could feel that his life force was rapidly flowing away, but she could also feel his determination to die and live.

“How is this possible? how is this possible?” Yi Feng’s expression also had a subtle change as he muttered to himself in disbelief.

Yi Feng had chosen him to fight for a reason. Among the disciples of the spirit Emperor clan, his strength was second only to Yi Feng. Moreover, he had been studying spells since he was a child. He was known as a spell fanatic. Even if Yi Feng fought with him, it would be difficult for him to win easily. He had fought countless people in his life, but he had rarely lost. The few times he had lost, he had been defeated by his elders who were far more experienced than him.

However, today, facing Meng Zheng, who had already disregarded life and death, his self-confidence was slowly being destroyed. He even felt an inexplicable fear.

Meng Zheng’s body grew weaker and weaker, his life force almost completely burned out. His broken body became illusory, as if he would be reduced to ashes in the next moment under the firestorm..