In the high sky, it seemed like a sun burst open.
Fiery storm spread from the sky downwards.
"Not good!"
Hall Master Wilde, Master of the Fire Hall, and several others moved, appearing above the crowd, waving their hands to form a curtain of light, blocking the fierce flame storm pouring from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!…
Then, terrible rumbling sounds continuously echo across the high sky, those with lower cultivation felt their eardrums ring, faces turning pale, almost spitting blood.
But those above the Martial King level kept their eyes fixed on the sky.
Most could not see the figures, only a cluster of cyan energy and a cluster of red energy constantly clashing together.
Every clash would break out with earth-shattering rumblings, the blazing light almost overshadowed the sun in the sky.
Luckily, they were fighting in the sky; otherwise, the ground for miles around would be shattered.
"Is this the power of a Peak King? Indeed very strong!"
