The Drought Demon was a fire demon. In the Fire Domain, it was almost invincible. Thousands of years ago, when the Odd Crystal was formed, it was born. At that time, more than ten Martial Arts Grandmasters broke into the Fire Domain and were forced to retreat by it alone. Moreover, half of them died, and the other half fled in panic, never daring to enter the Fire Domain again.
Although he had Elder Fen's guarantee, Feng Hao could not help but tremble when he saw the two-foot-tall monster covered in purple flames.
"Hiss!"
Hanba opened its mouth that was filled with fangs and let out a deafening roar. The roar was like a rolling tide, and the surrounding flames were even more turbulent. Contrasting with its huge body, it appeared extremely terrifying, like a demon from hell.
At the same time, the Thousand Mile Flaming Mountain changed because of its roar. Fire dragons rose into the air and soared into the sky. The fire in the Fire Domain expanded rapidly, engulfing the cultivators who were close to it.
"What's going on?"
The people on the periphery seemed to have heard the Drought Demon's roar. Suddenly, they all looked toward the depths of the Flaming Mountain in fear.
The people who were close had naturally heard rumors that the Flaming Mountain gave birth to demons. Every time it was angry, the area of the Flaming Mountain would expand.
This time, it seemed to be even more ferocious!
Looking at the surging flames in front of them, everyone's expression became solemn.
"Did someone offend it again?!"
Thinking of this, the surrounding people could not help but retreat, only stopping after retreating for more than ten miles.
Looking at the fire dragons surging ceaselessly above the sea of flames, they began to discuss it.
"Oh no!"
Although they were very far away, Qing Wu could also feel the change in the surrounding temperature. Looking at the red horizon from afar, her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Although he has a fire protection secret skill, he is only a Martial Grandmaster. How can he be a match for the Drought Demon, who has the strength of a peak Martial Arts Grandmaster?"
Although she was worried about this, she did not move at all. She only muttered softly, "Could it be that … he has a way to deal with the Drought Demon?"
...
The flames were torrential, rising and falling like a vast ocean. Feng Hao was directly sent flying by the force of this push. Floating in the air, he was affected by the surrounding red and purple flames. Even with the protection of the Ice Attribute Martial Yuan, he felt that his body was about to split open. Every inch of his skin was red, and every pore on his body was emitting visible heat.
"Hiss! …"
Hanba took a huge step forward and landed heavily on the ground. It raised its head and opened its mouth. A gigantic purple flame dragon gushed out from its terrifying mouth and charged straight at Feng Hao.
Crack!
When Feng Hao saw the huge purple dragon charging at him, the corner of his lips twitched. He continued to absorb the energy from the Martial Crystal. Then, he spat out his Martial Essence and landed on the ground.
"Cough, cough …"
The friction with the surrounding flames caused Feng Hao's body to feel like it was on fire. His chest felt stuffy and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Just as he spat it out, it was burned into nothingness by the flames.
"Master!"
He exclaimed in his heart.
"Leave it to me!"
The old voice was full of caution. As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic and strong aura, like the vast ocean, overflowed and wrapped around Feng Hao's body. The majestic aura caused the surrounding flames to appear in an isolated area. It was impossible for the flames to get close to him.
His body, under Hanba's human-like puzzled gaze, slowly floated into the air. He was like a god, his pitch-black and deep eyes had no boundaries, a majestic aura shook the heavens and the earth.
"Hiss! …"
The Drought Demon felt threatened and let out a shrill cry, causing the flames around it to gather even more. The dense flames seemed to have turned into liquid, forming a magma-like existence in the midst of the flames.
Seeing its performance, the corner of Feng Hao's mouth curled into a cold sneer. He slowly stretched out an arm.
"Hiss! …"
The Drought Demon, which existed in the magma, suddenly struggled frantically. Its pair of purple-black eyes revealed deep fear. It opened its terrifying mouth and desperately spat out purple flames. The magma surged, but its body still seemed to be grabbed by an inexplicable hand and slowly peeled away from the magma.
The Drought Demon's shrill cry spread far and wide. The crowd far away from the Flame Mountain could also hear it. Looking at the frantically lingering flames in the Flame Mountain, everyone's emotions trembled along with its cry.
"It's screaming?"
"Who the hell went in?"
"This is impossible, unless it's a Martial Venerable!"
All kinds of voices spread wildly from the crowd. Everyone was almost certain that someone was after the Odd Crystal. Moreover, they had already fought with the Drought Demon and seemed to have the upper hand.
After some speculation, everyone was filled with emotions. Pairs of eyes were all looking at the changes in the sea of fire, looking forward to the appearance of the unknown Martial Venerable.
Faintly, the Drought Demon's mournful cry reached Qing Wu's ears. Her slightly furrowed brows slowly unfurled.
"Sure enough, he's a very resourceful person!"
The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile. Her pair of charming eyes sparkled brightly.
...
"Hiss! …"
No matter how much the Drought Demon struggled, its huge body was still peeled away from the magma. In the void, it was still struggling frantically, and the howl from its mouth was even more shrill.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from Feng Hao's mouth. His outstretched palm slightly clenched, and blue veins appeared. It was as if the action of clenching a fist was very strenuous.
Then, the Drought Demon, who was floating not far away from him, moved even more crazily. Its body seemed to be grasped by a large hand, and its body kept making crisp sounds. It was slowly shrinking, and balls of purple magma fell from its body.
"Break for me!"
With a cold voice, Feng Hao's palm clenched fiercely.
"Hiss! …"
"Puchi!"
With a mournful cry, the Drought Demon's huge body was directly crushed, scattering into magma raindrops that sprinkled into the sea of fire. In mid-air, only a purple-red round bead was left floating there.
With a slight wave of his hand, the purple-red bead flew to Feng Hao and was held in his hand.
"It's okay, barely. Go find a good piece of iron, and it won't be a problem to forge a middle-grade spirit weapon."
The old voice of Elder Fen sounded.
"The rest is up to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surging Vast Sea energy around Fenghao's body immediately sank. Without the support of this energy, his body directly fell down, and he cried out miserably.
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