Li Zhaonan looked up at the sky, and his soul instantly flew away in fright.
In the sky, there appeared a giant Fire Phoenix with wings spanning over a hundred meters, surrounded by burning Red Flames, even the surrounding Void was twisting.
The temperature within several kilometers rose to terrifying levels.
The earth was roasted and cracked, boulders crumbled, grass and trees burned to ashes.
The Chasing Wind Horses that charged became agitated, crashing around wildly, many soldiers were thrown off and trampled into meat paste.
Qin Yi hadn't acted yet, but casualties had already reached nearly a third.
Li Zhaonan felt his blood turn cold, his limbs trembling, and he turned to gallop away without looking back, smelling the scent of death.
Qin Yi slowly raised his hand and suddenly pressed down.
"Cheep."
The Fire Phoenix shrieked, diving down with terrifying Red Flames, skimming the ground, and charged at those thousands of soldiers.
