Outside Fox Mountain, a certain region.
Thunderbolt and Divine Fire constantly clashed against each other, as a white-furred tiger roared towards the sky below.
Above, a great firebird wreathed in Golden Flames spread its wings and cried out like a phoenix, its presence overwhelming.
Both sides either unleashed their full power or engaged in close combat.
The conflict went on for three days and three nights before they finally stopped, satisfied.
"Sister, your black armor is amazing; even my fire can't burn through it."
Little Phoenix transformed back into her maiden form, her long wheat-colored hair gently flowing.
Seeing He Ya in her majestic black armor, she couldn't help but scratch her head, feeling somewhat helpless.
"This black armor is the result of refining with Thunderbolt day by day to the highest degree, its strength is not much less compared to the Young Master's Thunder Armor."
He Ya spoke seriously, her expression full of spirit.
