As the fiery wind soared into the sky, a cry of the phoenix swept across the mountain of blades and soared high.
Its momentum was like a rainbow, its form majestic, its power like a prison!
This was the second time Qiao Po and the others had witnessed this Dharma Aspect.
The first time they encountered it, the four of them had attacked together, but they couldn't affect this Dharma Aspect in the slightest.
Therefore, the moment the Dharma Aspect appeared, Qiao Po and the others looked grim.
"Don't give him a chance, attack with all your might."
With Qiao Po's shout, the four of them halted.
The mountain of blades, the cauldron of boiling oil, and the Nether River all arrived at once.
The mighty mountain transformed into countless blades.
Ghostly souls wept within the Nether River.
While the cauldron of oil rolled with scorching heat.
Meanwhile, Qiao Po wielded a ghostly realm to charge at the Fire Phoenix, casting endless shadows.
