in the boundless starry sky, two monks, one big and one small, stand face-to-face, and they collide with each other with the lines of magic light, which makes the surrounding have a kind of contraction feeling of swallowing everything.

the blue light seems to be a flash in the pan like a firework, and then dissipates. Free in the space, the blue air flow of mana becomes invisible under the blazing fire.

in the center where the smoke and the black fire slowly spread, gradually emerged a face with bad playing and dignified eyes. This face suddenly became familiar and unfamiliar to the astonished eyes of Qingyuan ancestor and Fengling...