Endless flames were unleashed as Little Fire and Yaya's flame, although not the same kind, merged together under mutual amplification. It encircled them like blooming flame petals, wrapping them in, resisting the 'Eye of the Hurricane,' which borrowed the strength of fire and wind, not falling behind.
At this moment, the small sky of Heart of Phoenix turned a dark red.
Accompanied by the wind-swirling sand, it almost seemed like the end of the world had arrived.
A large flock of birds were circling the sky around, witnessing this scene.
Undoubtedly, this morning scene attracted many eyes from Heart of Myriad Spirits.
However, for people like Meng Yao and Zhu Hong, after slightly perceiving with their spiritual power, they did not pay further attention.
Childish play, nothing more.
But within Heart of Cloud, some visiting guests eagerly watched the sky over there.
Most of these guests were extremely young.
They were around Su Ping's age, and some even looked younger.
