The three Evil God Dao Cultivators were terrified and fled in different directions.
But how could they possibly escape?
Du Mu Daoist felt the air behind him growing increasingly hot, as if he were in purgatory, and his vision was filled with flames.
Panic-stricken, he wielded his Treasure Sword, slashing wildly at the fire.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, but soon became chaotic.
Du Mu Daoist found it increasingly difficult; the pupil at the tip of his sword could not withstand the intense heat, and with a "pfft" sound, it was scorched black!
His sword edge, in constant collision with the long spear, showed visible melting gaps.
Not just the sword...
Even the shrine within Du Mu Daoist seemed to be experiencing torment, as if inside an Alchemy Furnace!
He let out a wail as the shrine emerged.
