In the distance, Luo Chen, with one hand tightly grasping the twin blades, blood flowing freely yet not loosening his grip, continually forms hand seals with his other hand.
Under his control, beams of light descended from the Primordial Chaos Tripod, like strands of beaded curtains.
These beams enveloped Qian Ting, and intense, scorching heat burst forth in an instant.
The air itself seemed to distort.
On Qian Ting's face, sweat poured down, and his flesh seemed to be melting.
"Refine him for me!"
Luo Chen's heart hardened, his expression fierce, the remaining Qi Power within him surging wildly, intending to use the Primordial Chaos Tripod to refine Qian Ting alive.
Strand by strand, Prosperity and Decline True Fire flew out from his body, sweeping over Qian Ting with the help of the Primordial Chaos Tripod, intensifying the refining intent once more.
During their deadlock.
On another battlefield.
The Xiang Family Brothers, however, were utterly panic-stricken.
