“Chu Fangchen…” Mu Qingyi stared at the handsome and demonic figure in the magma. Her face blossomed in a happy expression. 

Although Mu Qingyi had no idea how Chu Fangchen had withstood that fatal heavenly lightning, that person standing on top of the sixteen winged phoenix was definitely Chu Fangchen! 

Amidst the dancing lightning, the exceptionally violent volcano finally began to quell. The pillars of flame being spat down slowly began to drop, transforming into a gorgeous fiery rain that rained down on the whole mountain ridge. 

As the pillars of flame collapsed, a mighty and prideful phoenix figure appeared. Shocked, Mu Qingyi saw that this phoenix’s body contained an eerie and terrifying dark purple color of lightning! 

“Zi zi zi zi zi~~~~”

Like a berserk dragon, the dancing arcs of lightning rapidly moved in between the Dead Dream’s 16 feathered wings. They spread to the surrounding space, forming a striking lightning field. It was mighty and wild like a deity had descended to earth! 

The Dead Drea was elegant and phantom-like, resembling an envoy of the death god. The addition of the dark purple colored lightning added...