Li Xuanyang's expression changed at once. Despite having used almost everything he had to block the two abilities, he was still sent flying. He had always called himself the god of lightning and fire, but today he’d actually been wounded by lightning and flames. His entire body was scorched and his totems dimmed.

"He’s only in his twenties. How can he be so strong? Did he borrow the Ninedragon Emperor’s power like he did last time?" Li Xuanyang was shocked. As soon as he rose to his feet and stabilized himself, the entire world seemed to turn black in his vision. "Huh?!" Looking up, Li Xuanyang saw an enormous white tower...