A red light emanated from Blood Cyan Robe's body as he unleashed a flurry of fists like a sudden storm.
Terrifying phantoms of his fists swirled about, dazzlingly bright, each one seemingly powerful enough to shatter the very heavens.
Furthermore, his Ice Dragon Gloves radiated waves of bone-chilling cold. Wherever they passed, the air itself froze and fell as ice and snow.
Facing such a powerful assault, Xu Wudi's eyes grew cold. She shouted, "Get away from me!"
Her Dragon and Phoenix Long Whip was occupied restraining the Flame Ice Soul, leaving Xu Wudi with one less offensive option. She thrust her slender, fair palm forward.
A cryptic energy flowed between her fingers, each fingertip condensing a speck of brilliant emerald light. It was as if five Fire Dragons were soaring from her hand. Anger, fury, and madness flashed across Xu Wudi's face; this was undeniably a strike born of rage.
"Hmph. Does a firefly's glow dare to compete with the splendor of the moon?!"
