RPAGF Chapter 298 The war begins
Chapter 298 The war begins
Mo Ming frowned slightly. He could sense that this fiery domain was filled with intense fire elements, almost distorting the surrounding air with heat.
"You can't escape from my territory!"
The red-robed cultivator sneered, and with a sudden wave of his hands, dozens of flaming spears condensed from the flame domain, piercing straight at Mo Ming.
"Is that so?" Mo Ming's lips curled into a cold smile. Suddenly, a ball of flame appeared in his hand.
"Playing with fire in front of me? You're making a fool of yourself!"
Mo Ming snorted coldly, and suddenly clenched the flame in his hand. A burst of scorching flames erupted from his palm, instantly engulfing the surrounding flame domain.
"what?"
The red-robed cultivator's face turned pale instantly. He hadn't expected that his flame domain would be completely suppressed by Mo Ming's Heart of Flame. He also had no idea that this was entirely due to the power of the Bronze Six-Directional Seal.
"Now, it's my turn!"
Mo Ming sneered, and suddenly thrust out the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand, a dazzling sword light pointing straight at the red-robed cultivator's chest.
"Oh!"
The red-robed cultivator quickly formed a hand seal, conjuring a fiery shield in front of him. However, Mo Ming's sword light tore through the fiery shield with overwhelming force, piercing straight towards the red-robed cultivator's chest.
"puff!"
The red-robed cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
On the other side, the battle between the silver-armored youth and the thin old man also entered a fierce stage.
The silver-armored youth's spear was crackling with brilliant lightning, each strike carrying devastating power. The frail old man's cane, on the other hand, emitted a thick mist of blood, each swing corroding everything around it.
"Thunder!"
The silver-armored youth roared and thrust his spear forward, a thick bolt of lightning erupting from the tip, aimed directly at the thin old man.
"Blood Mist Barrier!"
The thin old man sneered and suddenly swung his cane. A thick cloud of blood mist gushed out from the tip of the cane, forming a barrier that blocked the lightning attack.
"boom!"
The lightning collided with the blood mist, creating a deafening explosion that distorted the surrounding air.
"These two guys are not to be underestimated either."
Mo Ming's gaze sharpened slightly. He could sense that these two were no less powerful than the red-robed cultivator, and might even be stronger.
However, Mo Ming did not rush to make a move. Now was not the best time to act. He needed to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to strike decisively.
"Hey, hey, you dare to get distracted while fighting me?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a huge fireball shot out of the smoke and dust at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for Mo Ming.
Mo Ming felt the intense heat rushing towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his face showed no sign of panic.
He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure gliding to the side like a ghost, barely avoiding the fireball. However, the moment the fireball landed, the shockwave of the explosion swept away everything around it, blasting a huge crater in the ground, sending rubble and dirt flying everywhere.
"This guy can actually stand up?"
Mo Ming muttered to himself, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, and saw the red-robed cultivator slowly getting up from the ground, his face pale, bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes filled with a crazed killing intent.
"Hahaha! Kid, don't think you've got this in the bag!"
The red-robed cultivator laughed loudly, and the hand seals became even more complex. The flames around him suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt.
"How come this... is so similar to the state of burning life force in TV dramas?"
Mo Ming frowned slightly. He could tell that the red-robed cultivator had abandoned his conservative fighting style and was forcibly increasing his strength.
"They're all crazy, one after another."
Mo Ming shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness, but his eyes grew even colder.
Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was also becoming increasingly fierce.
The clash between the silver-armored youth and the frail old man has entered its final stage.
The spear in the silver-armored youth crackled with lightning, making him appear like a thunder god, each thrust of his spear carrying a world-destroying power.
Although the blood mist of the thin old man was strange, it had clearly begun to thin out, obviously being suppressed by the lightning power of the silver-armored youth.
"Old man, prepare to die!" the silver-armored youth roared, thrusting his spear forward with a sudden burst of lightning from its tip, aiming straight for the thin old man's chest.
The thin old man's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his cane, trying to block the attack. However, the power of the lightning far exceeded his expectations.
The cane shattered instantly under the impact of the lightning. The frail old man was struck by the lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Rubbish!"
The silver-armored youth glanced coldly at the thin old man's corpse, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the red-robed cultivator and Mo Ming.
"It seems the battle here is nearing its end." The silver-armored youth sneered, and the spear in his hand trembled slightly, lightning once again coiling around its shaft.
He did not join the battle, but stood aside, watching Mo Ming and the red-robed cultivator with great interest.
At that moment, the red-robed cultivator's flame domain erupted completely. His body was enveloped in scorching flames, which seemed to have a life of their own, constantly twisting, roaring, and even transforming into giant fire beasts that pounced on Mo Ming.
"Hahaha! Kid, let's see how long you can hide!" The red-robed cultivator's voice was filled with madness. His eyes were bloodshot from burning blood essence, and he looked like a raging beast.
Mo Ming coldly watched the approaching fiery behemoth. The bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand trembled slightly, and ancient runes appeared on the blade, radiating a chilling aura.
"Playing with fire? You're far from ready."
Mo Ming said softly, then drew upon the power of the sun within the bronze hexagonal seal and attached it to the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand. He swung the sword fiercely, and a dazzling sword aura, like an inverted Milky Way, instantly slashed towards the fiery beasts.
"boom!"
The sword energy collided with the fiery behemoth, creating a deafening explosion. The fiery behemoth was torn apart by the sword energy, turning into countless sparks that scattered in all directions. Mo Ming's figure, like a ghost, burst out from the center of the explosion and headed straight for the red-robed cultivator.
"What?" The red-robed cultivator's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected Mo Ming to be so composed within his flame domain.
"It's over." Mo Ming's voice was icy, and the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand transformed into a cold light, piercing straight into the red-robed cultivator's chest.
The red-robed cultivator quickly formed a hand seal, conjuring a fiery shield in front of him. However, Mo Ming's sword light tore through the fiery shield with overwhelming force, piercing straight towards the red-robed cultivator's chest.
"puff!"
The red-robed cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, his aura instantly weakening.