The stalemate between the ethereal fire and the wind ended once Song Rujing erupted. After all, Song Rujing’s cultivation was much higher than Ye Aotian’s. In a competition of pure spirit force, Ye Aotian was at a disadvantage.

The milky-white ethereal fire began to rage and grow. The strands of silk-like spirit force began to crackle, and when Song Rujing released more spirit force, they began to melt. 

Ye Aotian’s expression was gloomy and he clenched his teeth. No matter how much spirit force he released, this continued, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

The dozen Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciples and three Great Barbarian Sect disciples had released their spirit force. Seeing that they were ready to launch an attack, Song Rujing didn’t care anymore and her full cultivation erupted.

Her pink skirt fluttered a few times and the ethereal fire shined like the burning sun.

The strands of spirit force surrounding the ethereal fire were completely melted and Ye Aotian’s aura withered. His face was...