Ask yourself: has anyone ever truly seen magma surging through the sky?
Ordinary people can't even imagine it, let alone witness firsthand the torrents of flame soaring above, the dark, crimson magma swirling in the air.
Whoosh—whoosh!
Five streams of flame, wild and violent to the extreme, radiate a fierce and domineering aura.
Within those blazing flows stands a figure in green, walking through the air—an aged, white-haired man whose presence emanates an indescribable, awe-inspiring might.
Terrifying.
A silence so chilling it makes one's teeth chatter.
It is as if some monstrous being, master of volcanic fire and magma, has descended upon the gates of Red Lake Mist Sect, bringing with it a tidal wave of scorching heat and an overwhelming, intimidating force.
"Victor Huang."
"Privately slandering Green Mountain Sect—a grave offense." Miles Ning's face was colder than ever, even tinged with a trace of ferocity.
With those words spoken—
One of the five streams of flame suddenly 'opens its eyes' as if brought to life—a finishing touch that grants it uncanny spirit. This stream now seems to possess cold, sharp eyes, glaring directly at Red Lake Mist Sect.
Wuu—
A piercing cry echoes out.
The sound is followed by a violent surge—the flame stream twists and coils, spinning in all directions, accelerating until it surpasses the speed of sound and rams straight toward Red Lake Mist Sect.
"Hmph."
Victor Huang snorted coldly, raising his right palm to the sky.
Whoosh—
Air began to gather in his palm, drawing in hundreds of meters of atmosphere—a bizarre sight of swirling sand and flying stones. The air flowed within his grasp, dust spinning around his hand, until it finally formed a chaotic, raging hurricane.
Watching from afar—