"World annihilation, slash!" Meng Zheng shouted again, splitting a fire Dragon in half.
However, just like before, the fire Dragon that was split didn't dissipate. Instead, it split into two, grew in the wind, and pounced at him again. The two fire dragons from before had now become three, and each one was not weaker than the first one.
Beads of sweat began to form on Meng Zheng's forehead. He had not expected the spiritual Emperor clan's spells to be so powerful and strange.
Seeing that the fire Dragon was about to pounce on him again, Meng Zheng could only slash out with all his might while running forward. If he continued to be entangled in this Wind and Fire spell, he would be worn down by the other party sooner or later. In fact, after using all his strength to strike a few times, he felt a little tired.
Yi Qing saw through Meng Zheng's intentions and sneered.