Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 766 - 166 - Aurora of the Eternal Night_3

Chapter 766: Chapter 166 - Aurora of the Eternal Night_3

The Six-winged Flame Demon and the Flame Emperor knew this was their final chance. Failing this time, they would not be able to conjure any decent magic for their escape. Thus, the two super-level powerhouses plunged hastily into the marshy lava, utilizing the last bit of strength from their bone marrow.

There were sounds of "plop, plop", as they rammed headfirst into the lava. It was as if they had slammed into a steel plate. Shaking their heads, they created large pits, almost burying their heads in their necks, gasping for breath.

A large area of lava was still a fiery flow. You could clearly see the bubbling fire bubbles on it. A black dragon formed from the Elemental Fluctuation swam on the surface, and the flowing magma had transformed into a slab of stone resembling the color of the lava.

The Fire Bat formed by the Flame Demon’s wings didn’t get far before it was shattered in mid-air by Liu Zhenhan using Katusha as a target.

Yi Tiao appeared calm, his face adorned with an aloof smile. He spoke to the two super-level magical beasts, who resembled uprooted onions, lying on the ground: "Sorry for the embarrassment. Just happened to have the mutated fire spell ’Frozen Top Oolong’. Just as water can solidify into ice in cold temperatures, fire can also solidify under certain high temperatures."

The Flame Emperor, swaying from the ground, lunged at Yi Tiao. However, with just a flick of Yi Tiao’s agile human form, he managed to touch the Flame Emperor’s forehead, causing him to turn into the confused Flame Emperor Basturk with a glowing red forehead.

"This is called ’Grand Impression Flame Sculpting’!" Yi Tiao laughed, stripping off the upper half of his robe. His poised demeanor was replaced with ferocity and aggression: "Flame Emperor! I’ve exhausted all my Mana with the Samadhi True Fire solidifying your form permanently into human shape. Let’s see how you reincarnate into the Undying Witch Emperor!"

Liu Zhenhan gasped as exclamations of surprise echoed around.

In the magical world of the Aegean Continent, this solidifying magic existed as a spatial magic. Considered high-level, yet rather useless magic, it posed high difficulty in execution. Its only use was to solidify an opponent’s form within a certain spatial plane. This magic was only suitable against the likes of Liu Zhenhan, who was tainted with the ’Curse of the Fallen God’. If Liu was sealed in his current state, even if he were to be killed, the curse would also be sealed within a specific space layer, preventing the curse from triggering a backlash...

Yi Tiao spat out a four-foot-long Green-Edged Sword from his mouth. The sword, being dissimilar to the Aegean style, had sharp posts but were devoid of cutting edges. This made Liu think that the sword was a mutated form of Yi Tiao’s beak.

Agonizing, the Flame Emperor coughed up a mouthful of dull-colored blood which formed a tangible Magic Battle Axe in his hand. Before he could react further, Yi Tiao, holding the dagger-like sword, approached swiftly. Flame Emperor Basturk roared in anger and swung his axe towards Yi Tiao’s forehead.

"Many techniques that I learned in my crane form were unusable before, but let’s try them today." Yi Tiao sidestepped with ease, parrying the axe with a swift movement. He then thrust the Green-Edged Sword towards Flame Emperor’s eye. The Flame Emperor, unable to react swiftly enough, seemed to run his eyeball onto the sword tip.

With a tearing sound resounding, the Flame Emperor once again shielded his eye with his mangled palm, grabbing the sword with a tight grip.

"Fool! The beak isn’t in the mouth this time!" Yi Tiao let go of the Green-Edged Sword, and the Flame Emperor pulled it into his chest. Yi Tiao leaped into the air, using one foot to kick the sword hilt, pushing the sharp sword through the Flame Emperor’s palm and into his chest. His other foot, with an eagle hook boot, tore a large chunk of flesh from the Flame Emperor’s body.

"I can only kick twice." Yi Tiao lamented.

Having been stabbed in the right rib, the Flame Emperor fell heavily to the ground, bouncing again before lying on his back on the now frozen lava. Clutching his chest, he attempted to pull out the sword embedded within him. However, each attempt was met with intense pain that left him howling. It was clear that his lungs had been punctured. The withdrawal of the sword led to a sense of suffocation. His wheezing breath, reminiscent of an old bellows, coupled with blood bubbles trickling from the corner of his mouth, signaled that shattered bone fragments had entered his lungs.