Deng Xiangjun followed with five spheres of White Fire encircling him in a wheel-like fashion, instantly transforming into a terrifying sea of flames that swallowed everything within his line of sight. Between the blazing waves, the frozen waters beneath his feet rapidly melted away.
However, he could only affect an area spanning a few hundred miles, carving out a safe standing point for himself.
But beyond that point, even the sea of white fire seemed to solidify into a tangible form.
"I've also warned you that this is the territory of the Seven Sons of Southern Hong."
Stepping out from the flames, Deng Xiangjun's face bore an expression of ferocity not seen in many years, "I am indeed merely an elixir pill for you to use at your leisure, but my fellow disciples are not dead yet."
He thought he had already come to terms with losing some of his vassal forces.