บท 755: The Ten Sovereign Kings (I)

Lin Xin looked very eye-catching. He was wearing a golden-red gradient of the sacred fire of praise and holding the Fire of the Immortal Dragon. Of all the fire mages in the world, perhaps, none could match him in terms of their weapon.

Two pieces of immortal weapons is equivalent to two pieces of the Imperial Weapons!

Holding the Fire of the Immortal Dragon high in the air, Lin Xin casted spells continuously. His speed was very fast with a special rhythm. The glowing red light from the Fire of Immortal Dragon was at its peak. Inside the seven-colors light that covered the entire place was a flaming red color.

The world of Hao Yue was black and red. Although Lin Xin's chanting was under the Lunar Shield's protection, as the spell continued, the fiery element began to rise from the cracks in the ground where lava flowed. All of a sudden, several low-rank undead creatures immediately fell into the magma and turned into ashes.