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The Golden Thunder Dragon crashed to the ground, engulfing Mo Wen. The Magic Circle that had been set up earlier shattered completely under this blow. The ground, scorched by Tian Huo, rapidly transformed into fiery red Lava, submerging half of Mo Wen's body. Acting on instinct, he leaped out before the Lava could solidify, and the Lava beneath his feet quickly congealed in the low temperature. Seeing that Mo Wen was still moving, Xiao Hei finally relaxed his tense heart. Although the dark clouds above remained, they were now silent. He cautiously stepped forward, eager to get his leader away quickly to avoid any further accidents.
“Boom!” A bolt of lightning shot down from the clouds, striking Xiao Hei and knocking him unconscious.
Mo Wen stood there, drenched in blood, with deep gashes visible down to the bone. Electric arcs flickered around his wounds, accompanied by tiny sparks. At that moment, he resembled a cracked stone sculpture, radiating both fire and electricity. The intense pain brought him a brief moment of clarity as he glanced down at his body but refrained from making any unnecessary movements. A whirlwind had begun to whip up in the Divine Sea, drawing the divine liquid into the air. Wherever the tornado passed, the white sandy bottom of the Divine Sea became exposed. The wind carried lightning and flames that ignited the divine liquid completely. The Divine Sea was no longer a boiling pot but a series of tornadoes rampaging through it, plowing through the sandy bottom until it gradually turned golden under the electric shocks and flames.
Initially small tornadoes devoured each other and merged into larger ones that moved toward the central divine tree. Eventually, nine tornadoes combined into one that enveloped the entire tree. The wind grew stronger, pulling at the divine tree as its roots began to detach and rise upward. Invisible blades formed by the wind sliced through leaves and branches as if trying to tear the tree apart. Electricity and fire surged into these wounds, causing black smoke to billow from within.
As the wind gradually weakened, the divine tree began to descend. Its roots touched the bottom of the Divine Sea, while fine golden sand continuously fell from above, accumulating around its roots. As the tornado subsided, more and more sand piled up until a small island began to take shape.
The tornadoes in the Divine Sea slowly dissipated, and a rain of sand began to fall from above. As this sand rain gradually ceased, a nine-colored Jie Yun appeared in the sky, with a swirling vortex at its center shimmering with beautiful light. This light descended upon the small island where the divine tree stood. At the moment of contact with this light orb, the wounds inflicted on the divine tree began to heal. The light gradually descended from the crown of the tree into the sand below, causing strange luminescence to seep out from beneath the seabed surrounding the island.
Once Jie Yun vanished, the light orb that fell from above entered Mo Wen's body and disappeared without a trace; his wounds also began to heal.
“Ha! Is it finally over?” Mo Wen looked up at the now-clear sky before suddenly collapsing to the ground.
Wang Chi stood atop a mountain, gazing down at the massive pit below. After just one glance, he quickly withdrew his gaze; it felt as though this pit could draw in his very spirit. A chilling aura emanated from it as he focused on its edges—within a radius of about two hundred feet around it, the ground was charred black and trees had turned to charcoal. A few remaining stumps still smoldered at its periphery as he took a few steps down toward it but then stopped abruptly, standing still in place.
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