Whether it was Huo Tian or the other experts of the Huo Li Tribe, they all felt the immense power of Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai.
Although they were all Limit Douluos, Yu Guanzhi wasn't even on the same level as them. The experts of the Huo Li Tribe didn't even consider him a threat.
As long as they defeated Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai, their agreement with the Plane's Will would be fulfilled.
As for Xia Yi and Gu Yue, they didn't consider them a threat at all.
Xia Yi was merely a Soul Sage, and Gu Yue a Soul Douluo—nowhere near worth their attention.
They lacked the insight of the Crimson Mother and couldn't possibly tell that Gu Yue was a god reincarnated.
"Very well. I'd like to see just what kind of techniques these alien races have," Leng Yaozhu said coldly. Behind her, her phoenix wings suddenly spread wide. In an instant, the Huo Li Tribe experts lost control of the magma surrounding her.
Although the Huo Li Tribe's experts were no longer gods, they had once truly been god-level powerhouses.
Ordinary Limit Douluos couldn't possibly stand a chance against them.
Coincidentally, this gave Leng Yaozhu the perfect opportunity to test the limits of her own strength.
The underground magma world was the paradise of the Huo Li Tribe, but for Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai—two of the strongest fire-attribute Soul Masters of their era—it was also their paradise.
Leng Yaozhu could even take control of the magma that sustained the Huo Li Tribe's existence.
Leng Yulai didn't make a move. She simply released her spiritual power quietly, letting it spread in all directions to prevent the Plane's Will from interfering again.
Gu Yue and Xia Yi also didn't act. They merely watched with mild interest.
Attacking Leng Yaozhu without being a god was essentially seeking death.
"This!" Seeing the setup, Yu Guanzhi—who had just nearly been killed by Huo Tian—couldn't help but click his tongue.
They were up against seven peak-level powerhouses!
And with other Huo Li Tribe experts assisting, Leng Yaozhu actually planned to defeat them all by herself?
Wasn't that a bit too ambitious?
And Leng Yulai, Xia Yi, and Gu Yue had far too much faith in Leng Yaozhu.
"Arrogant! Do you really think you're the Fire God?" Seeing that Leng Yaozhu intended to challenge the entire Huo Li Tribe alone, Huo Tian flew into a rage. With a thought, his previously severed arm began to regenerate, and in the blink of an eye, he was whole again.
This was the Huo Li Tribe—even if their bodies were shattered, they could regenerate.
Killing them wasn't easy at all.
Leng Yaozhu spread her phoenix wings, and any Huo Li Tribe members who charged at her but hadn't reached Title Douluo level were instantly reduced to pieces. Their bodies shattered into bits of firelight that scattered and fled into the distance.
These bits of firelight tried to reform their bodies but were horrified to discover that, without their original bodies, they couldn't reconstitute themselves.
Fortunately, the firelight didn't dissipate completely, so they weren't dead yet.
"Refine her!" Huo Tian roared. A fiery red shockwave rippled out from his body. Slowly, he extended his right hand, and in his palm, a golden-red fireball exploded with an incomparably brilliant radiance, like a miniature sun.
A pillar of fire erupted beneath Leng Yaozhu without warning. It had a diameter of five meters and instantly engulfed her.
The other Huo Li Tribe experts also attacked, summoning similar fire pillars beneath her to engulf her in the same way.
Dozens of fire pillars overlapped, and the terrifying heat could melt a Limit Douluo in an instant.
As fellow fire-attribute cultivators, the Huo Li Tribe hoped to refine Leng Yaozhu's internal fire essence to restore their own cultivation.
However, within the flames, Leng Yaozhu remained unharmed. "So this is all you've got? I must have overestimated you."
Nine drops of Phoenix True Flame floated around Leng Yaozhu, completely isolating her from the terrifying flames of the Huo Li Tribe.
"How is this possible?" Huo Tian's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had once been a god-level powerhouse.
Though he had yet to regain godhood, he believed that no one below god-level could match him. Yet so many of them together still couldn't touch Leng Yaozhu.
What he didn't know was that Leng Yaozhu could even refine a first-rank divine position. Had he known that, he wouldn't have dared to act against Leng Yaozhu or Xia Yi.
"Disappointed!" Leng Yaozhu shook her head. Her gaze turned icy, and her beautiful eyes radiated an undeniable majesty. Just one look forced Huo Tian, the tribe leader, to involuntarily bow his head.
Leng Yaozhu let out a cold snort. With her Yellow Emperor Sword, she slashed seven times in a row. Each golden sword light she released seemed to merge with the very rules of heaven and earth.
"Damn it! Why hasn't she ascended to godhood yet?" Huo Tian suddenly realized something was wrong. Leng Yaozhu's spiritual power, understanding of the world's laws, and physical strength were all at the level of a god.
Her understanding of the laws even surpassed what he had achieved at his peak.
She simply hadn't condensed her divine position yet.
They were absolutely no match for her.
By the time they realized this, it was too late—the golden sword energy had already reached them.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
All seven of the Huo Li Tribe's peak experts exploded. Their bodies shattered into firelight and scattered.
After Leng Yaozhu sheathed her sword, they finally managed to reassemble themselves in the distance, suspended midair.
However, their auras had all fallen to Super Douluo level.
Immortality didn't mean Leng Yaozhu couldn't deal with them.
"I'll kill you!" Furious that their hard-earned power had been slashed away, Huo Tian was completely enraged. He clapped his hands, releasing a small flame from his palm.
The moment the flame appeared, everyone felt the surrounding magma dim, as though bowing before this flame.
It was hard to describe the color of the flame. It was nearly transparent, yet constantly shifted between various hues.
Its core was incandescent white, but within it swirled seven ever-changing colors.
As it left Huo Tian's hand, it transformed into a lotus flower and surged forward, appearing before Leng Yaozhu in an instant.
"Die!" Huo Tian's gaze was icy. This multicolored lotus flame was the Huo Li Tribe's True Flame—a flame said to burn anything. Only those of the tribe's purest royal bloodline could possess it.
This flame had been cultivated by Huo Tian back when he was a god.
It possessed the true power to slay gods.
It was Huo Tian's ultimate trump card.
He had absolute faith in his Multicolored Lotus Flame.
After all, he had once been equivalent to a second-rank god—an eleventh-order powerhouse.
Even within the Huo Li Tribe, he had been a top-tier expert.
His True Flame even carried divine qualities.
Even a first-rank god would suffer greatly upon encountering it.
As expected, the moment the multicolored lotus appeared, Leng Yaozhu's expression turned grim. But soon, she smiled.
"I knew it!" Leng Yaozhu raised her hand, and the torch-shaped Divine Realm Core that the Crimson Mother had given her appeared.
Seemingly influenced by the aura of the multicolored lotus, the torch blazed intensely, revealing intricate flame-shaped runes across its surface.
Leng Yaozhu could even feel the hunger emanating from the torch. She merely pointed it toward Huo Tian's flame.
In his stunned gaze, the Multicolored Lotus Flame was instantly absorbed into the torch.
(End of chapter)