Boom!
The enormous ancient pagoda fell from above as it sealed off all the exits. As it descended, it encompassed Fang Jing in his form as a gigantic Golden Phoenix Condor.
Mu Chen stretched out his hand, and the crystalized Budur Pagoda shook slightly before it slowly landed in his palm. At the same time, he intended to circulate the Eight Budur to utterly suppress Fang Jing.
Shua!
Just as Mu Chen was about to do that, his eyes narrowed suddenly. The Budur Pagoda in his hand suddenly vibrated vigorously. A bloody ray darted out from the pagoda without any warning.
"Eh?" Mu Chen let out a surprised cry as he looked up. A Golden Phoenix Condor had torn a hole in the air thousands of feet away and had made its escape through it. The condor was Fang Jing! However, a wing with feathers of gold was torn and broken. Blood was gushing out of it profusely, turning the emerald ocean into a red sea.