Chapter 1410

In this world, dead people speaking again was not a strange thing, but how could Zhao Guangzhi be grafted onto a tree demon? This was the truly mysterious and unpredictable method!

Could it be that this guy was really from the netherworld?

This thought was just a fleeting flash, and he didn't dare to think deeply about it.

He was full of worries, and his attacks were not as fierce as before; He Lingchuan held up his shield with his left hand to block, and suddenly pushed outward: "Don't be anxious. Very soon, your face will also grow on a tree!"

Xue Zongwu was fierce but cowardly: "Playing god and playing ghost! I want to chop off your head and use it as a wine pot!"

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds said word for word: "Your sins are ten times his! The punishment you have to endure is also ten times his!"

Xue Zongwu roared and swung his hammers to smash hard.

After seeing Zhao Guangzhi, he actually felt a chill in his heart.

He knew what he had done in his heart. In front of what he had done, what was Zhao Guangzhi? If the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds could really judge sinners...

No, no, impossible, this was the enemy deliberately disturbing his mind! The two had originally been fighting fast, but now they became a contest of strength.

The squatting beast on Xue Zongwu's armor suddenly moved again, spraying a mouthful of white flame at He Lingchuan.

He was wearing a mask, and the squatting beast couldn't see his eyes, so it could only spray at his face.

This fire burned everything, and even stone could be burned into water. The squatting beast had to hold its breath for a long time before it could unleash a big move, and the two sides were close, less than half a foot, so the black-armored leader couldn't possibly dodge it.

Earlier, the black-armored leader helped Weng Xing extinguish the fire, and Xue Zongwu naturally saw it, but being able to help others didn't mean he could save himself; as long as the black-armored leader retreated, he could reverse the battle situation and switch from defense to offense! This mouthful of fire, unsurprisingly, sprayed the black-armored man all over his head and face. The wind on the roof was strong, and with a "whoosh," the whole person was shrouded in raging flames, and it was too late to extinguish it.

Weng Xing happened to look back and was startled, only then realizing how powerful his magic tool was in protecting its master earlier; otherwise, he would have long been burned into a charred corpse.

"Brother..." He didn't have time to use code, calling out directly, "Can you save...?"

Save or not save the black-armored man?

Weng Su could only give a bitter smile. If this fire burned onto him, he would also be a dead end; the brothers had just managed to reverse the decline, so what did they have to save people?

The black-armored man was steaming with flames, and what emerged around him was not sure to be ghost shadows or thick smoke. However, under the eyes of everyone, this BOSS-level battle did not stop for a moment—

The black-armored man did not howl in pain or roll on the ground trying to extinguish the fire. His movements were still smooth, his offensive still fierce, as if he were numb to the flames on his body.

The raging flames leaped and flickered on his armor, mask, and even his long sword, instead adding to his prestige, making him look like a god descending to earth.

This fire, couldn't burn him? Xue Zongwu's eyes flickered, his heart surprised. How could it be?

He got this squatting beast from a vassal state; it was said that when it was refined, the soul of a young fire dragon from the medieval period was added as an artifact spirit, hence its great power.

He named this fire-breathing squatting beast "White Flame."

Over the past two years, spiritual energy had gradually recovered, and the power of the true fire breathed out by "White Flame" could actually increase gradually; the protective magic tools and fire-warding talismans that Xue Zongwu had bought with heavy money were all burned to nothing by it.

This gave Xue Zongwu a great surprise.

But encountering this black-armored man in front of him, why was there no effect?

The squatting beast tilted its head, also a bit confused. It blinked its small eyes and made a sucking action, its throat faintly turning red.

It was unwilling to suffer a setback and intended to increase the intensity for He Lingchuan.

"Puff—" This mouthful was not red flame, but white turning blue. The scene around He Lingchuan was immediately distorted by the high temperature, and the roof also caught fire.

Xue Zongwu hurriedly stopped it: "Stop!"

They were on the roof!

But it was too late; the fire borrowed the east wind and followed the roof tiles, beginning to spread in all directions.

The Weng brothers had originally been hiding behind the tree demon, and Weng Xing saw this and gave a strange cry, taking the opportunity to throw out two bottles.

With two bangs, the bottles exploded on the roof, and red and white flames shot up more than a zhang high.

Wasn't it just setting fire? It happened to be his specialty, so he joined in the fun.

The roof was suddenly covered with a web of fire, red fire, white fire, and blue fire all mixed together, and thick smoke was rolling everywhere.

The Xue family personal guards were in a dilemma: how could they stand here?

Yuan power reduced fire damage and divine abilities, but this didn't mean they could stand in the fire and output continuously like the black-armored man.

Reduction was not exemption; ordinary people burned by fire would be in excruciating pain.

The tree demon also caught fire; before being burned to a crisp, the branches were thorny and on fire, and its power increased by at least double.

Wang Xining dodged a sweep from the tree demon, but stepped on an empty tile, his figure staggering.

Good opportunity! The Weng brothers stabbed a sword into his chest, and before others rushed over, they stomped hard in unison.

"Crack," the roof was stomped into a hole, and the two fell straight down.

That fire was truly fierce, and the brothers suffered greatly from it, so let the roof be left for non-humans to stay on.

Xue Zongwu immediately ordered: "Don't let them run!"

Lu Ping took two attendants and jumped down, striving to catch up, while other personal guards gathered toward Xue and He, trying to bypass the tree demon and the ubiquitous fierce fire to join the battle.

If the Weng brothers ran, they could free up their hands to help General Xue fight with more against less.

But before they rushed to the black-armored man, several bangs suddenly came from below, and even the roof was shaken until it trembled.

This hall was truly unlucky; it had just been completed a month ago, originally magnificent and imposing, who knew that uninvited guests would rush to the roof to set fires and stomp, and now someone was blasting the wooden pillars!

The one who did this was naturally the Weng brothers.

"If I say I won't leave, I won't leave!" Weng Xing gritted his teeth, "I'll give you something fun!"

The main support of this hall was several large pillars that three people could embrace; the Weng brothers couldn't push them over in a hurry, but Weng Xing took out dozens of explosive balls of various shapes, stuffed them all into the small pillars on the beam, and detonated them at will—

After several chain explosions, the roof collapsed directly.

Good wood didn't fear corrosion, didn't fear moths, and didn't even fear You Lin's "Star Fall" divine ability; it just feared blasting.

Weng Xing's explosives were truly powerful; this chain explosion left the roof riddled with holes, like crumpled waste paper.

Xue Zongwu, the black-armored man, the Xue family attendants, and the tree demon all fell with the roof.

Dust was flying everywhere.

Until the roof collapsed, Xue Zongwu was still worried that the black-armored man and the Weng brothers would escape. Although the battle was hard to distinguish, he knew that as time passed, his side's advantage was getting bigger and bigger:

That was that reinforcements were about to arrive!

(End of chapter)