Tevarin, who passed through the wind barrier, continued to climb, heading towards the center of the clouds where the blood was the richest.
The traveler sitting on the dragon's back blocked the hot wind blowing in his face with his hands and stared at the hazy and blazing battlefield.
Like the scorching sun, the divine power brings up heat waves, rising continuously, causing clusters of flying sparks to appear in the air.
The dazzling rock light responded quickly, dragging out heavy orange debris and annihilating all the sudden flames.
Every time rock and fire collide, a sky-high molten flow and thunder will fall from the gaps in the clouds. If there is a living creature trying to spy on the gods with its sight at this moment, it will be blinded by this violent temperature and endless glow.
, permanently losing vision.
"Traveler, don't look directly at the angry gods..."
Tevalin turned his head, just about to warn the usually daring traveler, but unexpectedly he happened to see the other party looking at the god.
"Ah? What did you say?"
The travelers' ears are filled with the sound of howling wind and the sound of burning and exploding flames.
Ying and Paimon looked away at the same time. The two women gently rubbed their eyes as if they had just woken up. They leaned sideways and put their ears close to Tevalin's neck, trying to hear what the other party was saying.
"...It's okay."
The deafening roar of the wind dragon sounds so small and weak now.
Seeing that the two men were looking directly at the gods without being harmed at all, Tevalin turned his head angrily, flapped his blue-gradient wings, and broke into the core of the battlefield.
The new wind brought by the Blue Dragon caused the air flow to surge wildly, and the situation on the battlefield in the sky gradually became clear.
The first thing to appear in the clouds and mist was a black and yellow rock dragon that was completely different from Tevalin.
Her body is slender, her claws are like the sharpest swords, and the scales on her chest and abdomen are layered and intertwined, as if they are made of solid gold.
The eyes flowing with molten gold, the ferocious dragon horns, and even the red-colored beard and mane under the jaw are all exactly the same as the Immortal Ancestor Fa Shen that the traveler saw in the Golden House.
At this time, the rock dragon was attacked by countless flames. The young man in Munata costume held two blades and slashed at the dragon body wrapped with the brute force of the mountain without hesitation, cutting off the tight scales of the giant dragon.
It cracked, and dazzling golden divine blood flowed out.
"Think of the jousting as a ball of fire, Morax."
"It keeps heating up, and then it burns. My enemies and I also heat up the world around us, and eventually set it on fire."
The hair of Famas glowed red like a blazing fire. New wounds and old scars were crisscrossed on his arms. The fire-forged weapons cracked in the confrontation without any regard for the consequences. The air was filled with the smell of tar and sulfur.
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The anger of the scorching sun was boiling, and the young man's eyes were fixed on Morax's huge dragon body.
The excitement that surged up in his blood when facing a powerful enemy made him clearly realize that he was still alive and in the middle of a hearty battle.
The confrontation between the two gods became more and more intense. The flares caused by the collision of rock and fire continued to spread, and the terrifying high temperature even spread to Qingxupu and Dunyuling in the west of Liyue Port.
Even Tvarin, known as the Skybreaker Dragon, was forced to take Traveler and Paimon to soar and hover on the edge of the battlefield.
"Ying, look at that dragon...it seems to be Emperor Yanwang..."
Paimon raised his hand and pointed at the rock dragon walking through the red mist.
I don’t know whether it’s because they have the heart of God or their physical constitution, but the flames and shocks that are extremely dangerous to mortals are still within the tolerance of the two women.
The traveler followed Paimon's eyes and saw the rock dragon in the sky wrapped in flames. She stretched her body and roared, then soared into the sky, looking down at the tyrannical young man.
Even though they were far away, Ying could still see familiar human emotions in the dragon's eyes.
It was a look full of majesty but alienation.
"When you give up your position as the Seven Rulers of the World, you should anticipate the consequences of failure."
The rock dragon transformed by the emperor raised its head and chanted at the young man who was like the scorching sun. Then it extended its dragon claws that held the power of the rock layer, and suddenly swooped downwards, tearing open a canyon-sized crack in the thick clouds. The rock peaks formed out of thin air swept towards Famas, tearing apart the raging fire that enveloped him.
The friction between the gravel and the metal in the rock flow produced wisps of electric current. Catalyzed by the broken electric crystal, lightning struck the boy holding the double blade from all directions. Thousands of thunderbolts hit him every second.
shield.
The rock light in the earth's veins seemed to have found a pouring hole, rotating around Famas with Zhongli's movements.
Thick rock pillars quickly formed around the hovering dragon, connecting downwards to the elemental force on the ground, and upwards to the other side of the sky.
The bright and hard-to-see rock light rushed down from the cracks torn by the rock dragon, penetrating the young man's body in the dust of the dancing dragon and snake, and then the bright yellow electric light spread over the entire sea of fire, forming a
Like a miraculous pillar of light.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. You could clearly see Famas raising his arms to resist, and the crest of his sword intersecting with the sharpest point of the rock arc.
Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of bursting flames, which instantly broke the balance of the intersection of forces. The rock light was majestic and soft, but the sharp blade in Famas's hand seemed to have experienced thousands of years of erosion from the rock, turning into sand, decaying and collapsing.
"Boom!"
The impact that swept away everything spread in all directions with Famas as the center, completely sweeping away the remaining fire that was still strong around it, and you could even see false mirages in the raised dust.
However, when the terrifying shock wave dissipated, the young man carrying a heavy shield appeared again. The indestructible shield in his hand turned into a spear and was thrown directly at the majestic hovering rock dragon.
"Famas... Zhongli!"
Witnessing this shocking scene, Ying shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to attract the attention of the two gods.
But before her voice reached the ears of the two gods, she was already carried away by the impact, explosion, and the trembling sound of thunder piercing the air.
Tewarin led the girl to avoid the falling stones and residual fire, and headed towards a certain goal.
During the bumpy journey, the two hearts of God in the traveler's pocket collided with each other and emitted a dazzling light.
"Tvarin, where are we going?"
Seeing the Dragon of the East Wind gradually moving away from the core of the battlefield, Ying hurriedly leaned down, leaned into Tevalin's ear, and asked loudly.
"Go meet the poet who can only play the piano and sing."
Tevalin kept flapping his wings and galloping, and at this moment, lyrics sung in an unknown language came to the girl's ears. The tone was pious but tragic, like some kind of sacrificial tune.
"Drink at the banquet in the castle, and see how slow the sun goes."
"The scorching sun walks in the streets and alleys, and the winners gather to rekindle the flames."
"The furnace is his skin, the flame is his eyes."
"Let's see what stops in war..."
The young man with green braids in a white robe gently plucked the strings in his hand, and an ethereal song sounded like a trickling stream throughout the sky.
White wings fluttered, and the thousand-year-old wind spiraled up from the streets and mountains, creating a wind barrier that separated the world from the sky.
The performance of the high-sky singer is a good medicine to soothe the pain.
As early as when the gods were walking in the world and the demons were constantly fighting, the God of Wind, who had given up ruling the people, used his faint music to heal the wounds of the world.
"Oh~ you are finally here."
Seeing Tevalin and the traveler emerging from the red clouds, Wendy blinked her emerald eyes and stretched out her hands to greet them like old friends.
The green emerald divine pattern on the Fengshen's thighs lit up, and then he waved the white wings behind him, stepped on Tevarin's dragon horns with his warm soles, and spread his hands helplessly:
"Now... probably only our heroic travelers can save the two gods who are blinded by hatred."