Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The raging flames dyed the night sky and the dark sea red. The world looked like lava and fire!
Fire Magic was accumulating. Under Little Flame Belle's control, the flames could now solidify. The weapon in Mo Fan's hand was no longer burning like an oversized torch. It was gradually taking shape, like it was made of ruby!
The Demon Titan was still recovering after missing its strike. Mo Fan took hold of the opportunity, and wrapped his other hand around the Sword above his head. Ugh, why did he feel like the hilt was a little too thick for him?
"Little Flame Belle, didn't I ask you for a Sword? Why am I holding a Hammer?" Mo Fan looked up and realized he was not holding a sharp-edged sword, but a Hammer that had set the clouds on fire!