886 Heavenly Twenty-One-Colored Flame

Having reached this point in his train of thought, Bai Xiaochun decided that he truly was a rare genius.

"That's right. If they're really unlucky, then I'll fail every single time! Fudge! I'll blow them all to bits!" Excitement surging, he continued on with more conjuring attempts. Everyone else in the River-Defying Sect was enlivened by what they had just seen, and poured all of the power they could into the spell formation, causing the cracks to rapidly repair themselves.

Patriarch Dao River and Patriarch Starry River both hesitated, fearful of the sea of fire they had just encountered.

"Damn that Bai Xiaochun!" Chen Hetian gritted his teeth and thought back to the exploding pill furnaces back at the Great Wall. Frowning, he took a step forward, appearing in front of the spell formation shield. Eyes flashing with cold light, he shoved his hand out toward the shield.