The towering tidal wave, nearly a hundred meters high and radiating devastating heat, was about to crash down upon Chentang Pass. Li Jing, now utterly hopeless, shut his eyes in despair. Under such a calamity, no one within the city could possibly survive.
"Old Third, it seems our family can only reunite in the underworld now."
Boom!
The thunderous sound snapped Li Jing out of his despair with a jolt.
Opening his eyes, he saw a fiery streak erupt from the seawater in front of the city wall.
A boy, looking no older than sixteen or seventeen, was standing atop the Wind and Fire Wheel, wielding the Fire-tipped Spear. The Red Silk danced around him as an unmatched, arrogant smile graced his face.
"Old Li, what's with this pitiful state? Didn't you ever teach me what it means to surrender?!"
Li Jing, perhaps from the steam rising from the sea's searing heat, felt his eyes moisten slightly at the corners.
"Ne... Nezha."
