258 Fiendgod, Hydraga

"Young master Youngflame, there's no way we can deal with so many monstrous Dao-soldiers," Adept Vastriver sent hurriedly.

Ning, staring at the titanic, sky-filling wave that had been formed by countless monstrous Dao-soldiers, felt powerless as well. He sent, "Young master Youngflame, what now?"

"Young master Youngflame."

"Young master Youngflame."

All of them looked towards Youngflame Nong. Even the black-skinned man, Xiangliu Fang, looked towards his young master.

"Uncle Fang, don't worry about me. Go all out and massacre them." Youngflame Nong ground his teeth. Waving his hand, he produced a marvelous golden globe of light which flew into the air, quickly growing in size until it reached a diameter of thirty meters.

"All of you, get in," Youngflame Nong ordered. At the same time, he produced a white sack in his other hand, which opened up. "Don't resist."

Whooooooosh.