A red desolate plane, with bloody red skies of a perpetually setting sun.
A series of explosions rang out in a part of the plane, a part that was ravaged by many explosions before it, with charred craters and devastated lands.
"I still don't understand what you're trying to achieve here", Fen Baihu sighed, shaking her little fox head while sitting on Wu Long's shoulder, "You keep repeating these water, wind and lightning explosions - I mean it is pretty interesting that water could give such a violent explosion, but after doing it almost a million times already… and you said yourself that they are not that useful for combat after ascending to Boundless Profound World"
Her tone was of someone who tried to be encouraging, but after seeing him do the same thing in very subtly different ways over and over and over again, the novelty of this curious phenomenon slightly wore off.
