Seeing that the descending shadow was about to steal his sign, the robin roared mournfully, "In your dreams!" As he roared, an endless wave of black birds flew from his sleeves. These black robins spread their wings and soared into the sky with angry caws. As the phosphorescent insects continued to dance, the robins were painted with a layer of firelight. The flames were ice blue and radiated with frigidity. Everything in the path of these cold flames, even the stone tiles, were turned to mud. This was what the phantom beast Robin truly looked like!
"Really?" Faced with the wave of robins, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and smiled. Between his teeth, the Crystal of Virtue glittered.
With a crack, he broke and swallowed half of the crystal. Then he gripped his cane and showed the gem on the cane to the robin. Lightning flashed through the gem, as if it was a projection of a thunderous world. "Do not turn the three realms into ashes!"