After hearing the fat man talking nonsense, the Vulcan King stopped talking nonsense.
"Look at this move!" He shouted in a muffled voice, and suddenly twisted the short stick in his hand, turning it into a ball of fine powder and throwing it at the fat man.
"Start a prairie fire!" the Vulcan King shouted at the same time.
"Ouch!" The fat man seemed to have completely not expected that the other party would take such action, and he screamed and ran away.
However, it was still a step too late.
Densely packed sparks clung to the fat man's protection and instantly ignited. The blue flames crackled and completely surrounded the poor Mr. Mai.
Seeing this scene, Palmer, who had been watching calmly from a distance just now, became the first to lose his temper.
The old man flew towards the fat man's position. He was still in the air and had already shot out two balls of crimson energy with his hands.
A moment ago, he was surprised and excited that the fat man could make the Vulcan King suffer a hidden loss when he came up. Who would have thought that the fat man would turn into a fire man next? !
In desperation, the old man could only fight fire with fire in the hope of saving the other party's life.
Then, the old man saw a small black figure rising from the blazing flames surrounding the fat man. This thing seemed to enjoy the pleasure of being burned by the fire. It tossed and jumped happily, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a A divine bird with only three legs and its whole body covered in jet-black feathers.
"Muhan! If you hold on a little longer, the Golden Crow will take shape!" Fire King shouted hurriedly.
"Oh..." Muhan was obviously concentrating on dealing with the flames and had no time to say anything else.
"Boss! You can fight that old bastard for a while with the Golden Crow alone. The more the opponent uses fire attacks, the stronger the Golden Crow will be. It's a pity that it can't support it for too long. Oh, actually it's because it's limited by your strength. That's why! I want to open my opponent's eyes at the last moment and see what the real fire king is. You hurry up and prepare your own attack!" The Fire King shouted to the fat man again.
"Hey! Can you please stop blaming me for everything? Huh! In that case, Muhan, you might as well give more wood elements to your opponent! Anyway, the more he burns, the worse his end will be, right? ?!" The fat man complained and started to come up with random ideas again.
"Stop talking nonsense! The opponent's strength is very important. If Muhan can protect you, it should be very good! You should quickly think about how to act seriously!" Nana said directly.
"Hey! You said it lightly. You also know that the other party is strong, huh? Then, am I enough to see these two times? My mechanisms can't be used. If they are used, they will definitely reveal their secrets and make the other party think that I made the wooden box. My hands and feet are gone!" The fat man murmured dissatisfied and helplessly, feeling extremely worried.
Only then did he realize that his real means were really limited.
At this time, the Vulcan King was wondering. After burning for so long, why didn’t Asan react? Although he couldn't see the guy's condition due to the interference of the flames, there should at least be a few screams, right? In addition, what about the dark figure that occasionally flashes in the firelight?
Instead of shaking away the flames surrounding Fatty, Palmer's fire energy went straight into it, making it look like he was assisting the Vulcan King.
"Old man! You don't know the difference between right and wrong! How unkind! I will fight with you!" Feeling that the Fire King's ultimate move was about to be launched, the fat man shouted loudly.
"It's unjust...!" Palmer was depressed in his heart, but he saw a cluster of flames reaching into the sky, suddenly rising from the center of the flames, and in an instant it formed into a pillar of fire that was still rotating rapidly.
The Vulcan King suddenly felt an unparalleled coercion coming over him. His eyes narrowed and he waved his hands continuously, forming layers of fire curtains to block him in front of him.
On the rapidly rotating pillar of fire, one black figure after another spiraled into the air. Their speed became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye they were connected end to end, forming an elongated giant image.
After a moment, the giant statue fell from the sky and returned to its normal proportions.
It was a three-legged bird that was completely black but wrapped in golden light. Its left and right wings spread up and down, just like forming a circle.
The ring is divided into three layers, and from the outside to the inside, it is filled with three kinds of flames: golden, red, and dark blue.
The Golden Crow appeared, and the extreme heat immediately dried up all the air in the auction room.
Everyone was frightened by the sudden feeling of suffocation and retreated to the outside. Even the men of the poisonous hedgehog and Granny Leng, Nathan and Claude, who were fighting, had to stop temporarily and retreat while turning on the protection.
For these injection masters, even if they try their best, they can only survive for a few hours without air at all. But compared to the already terrifying suffocation, the feeling of oppression from the Golden Crow is even more intense. It’s hard to face.
"Ah...!" The rough, hoarse, but also extremely desolate and proud bird song sounded. Golden Crow opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the Vulcan King who was standing in front of Yu Zizi and refused to retreat.
"Ouch!" Before the Vulcan King could do anything, the fat man shouted out first.
Mr. Mai, who has always been slow to react to any pressure from heaven and earth, was just staring at the golden crow in front of him in a daze. Apart from complaining that the bird was too dark, he did not feel any discomfort.
However, as the Golden Crow cried, an unspeakable feeling of weakness spread throughout Fatty's body in an instant.
"Damn! It's backfired! Fire King, hurry up!" Fatty shouted in his heart, but he didn't get the slightest response from Fire King.
Facing Jin Crow's cold, arrogant and contemptuous eyes, the Vulcan King experienced fear for the first time in his life.
That was entirely due to the injection technique he had practiced and the awe of the fire elemental laws he had mastered for beings several levels above.
It's like a babbling baby facing a tall and strong father; like a nestling waiting for feeding facing an eagle soaring in the clear sky; like a student who has just glimpsed the door facing a master who has reached a state of enlightenment; more like a cub who doesn't understand the world. Faced with the sharp teeth that are neither strong nor urging...
This kind of awe comes from the soul and adheres to the body and mind, making people dare not resist and cannot resist.
The Vulcan King had the urge to kneel down, surrender to the beast in front of him, and pray for forgiveness with a prostration.
"You can't kneel! If you bend your knees, your whole life's fame will be wasted!" He gritted his teeth and spent his whole life just to hold on.
At the same time, several fire injection masters headed by Palmer and Chi Rong, although standing far away, also felt the vibration of their souls. They all set up barriers to resist the energy coming from where the fat man was. pressure.
What's interesting is that, except for Palmer, who took action just now, no one knows what happened between Asan and the Vulcan King.
In their eyes, they only saw Asan wrapped in a ball of flames and the Vulcan King standing dumbly opposite him.
And even Palmer himself only glimpsed a dark shadow at the moment when he fired the fire energy.
"Fire King! You, if you don't take action quickly, I, I'm going to lie flat!" The feeling of weakness continued to come, getting worse every moment, and the fat man had trouble even speaking in his heart at this time.
There was still no response from the Fire King.
But the fat man didn't have the strength to say anything anymore.
The feeling this time is different from the past.
There is no pressure from the outside, nor does it want to explode from the inside. There is only powerlessness, emptiness and deprivation.
The fat man has gradually lost consciousness of his own existence, as if his originally huge body had turned into a speck of dust, a feather, a wisp of smoke, or a piece of duckweed with no roots and stems, drifting with the current...
He also felt fear, afraid that if a gust of wind blew, he would disappear.
"Has it been burned to ashes?" The fat man thought resentfully, unconsciously becoming confused.
