Huokong looked at the residual light around him, and in an instant, countless attacks surged towards his surroundings.
There were phantoms, flames, and claws, all sorts of attacks directed at Huokong.
Huokong was stunned. What kind of race were these opponents? Why were their attack methods so varied?
He then raised his shield in front of him and spun with all his might. Countless attacks struck Huokong, making continuous noises.
At the same time, explosions erupted, and Huokong groaned, retreating rapidly. The shield on his right arm was long gone.
Huokong looked at the residual light around him. At the speed of residual light, one could shuttle through the residual light without limitations. The amount of residual light one could create depended entirely on their own ability.
Huokong was at the center of the residual light, which had formed a cage. He had no way to escape.
This was because he didn't know which beam of residual light his opponent would use to ambush him. Moreover, the movement between the beams of residual light was very fast.
His speed was inferior to his opponent's, so he could only defend passively, standing in the center of the cage and awaiting attacks.
Suddenly, a beam of light appeared behind Huokong and struck him, sending his figure flying back.
Instantly, countless beams of residual light transformed into sharp blade-like energies and shot towards Huokong. Huokong was stunned.
Residual light transforming into blades… this was no longer something achievable by a Monarch-level existence. This required at least an Emperor-level being!
Residual light was a manifestation of speed, but to turn one's speed into an offensive method required an Emperor-level existence. Huokong had seen it once before, from his own Emperor, and he had witnessed this move.
Yet, he never expected that the young man who called himself Long Ling, whose origins were unknown, could also do it. Where had the Water Spirit race found such a helper?
Such a powerful being shouldn't be appearing in this region!
However, Huokong immediately decided to defend. Facing countless residual light blades, he made an instant decision. Fierce green flames erupted all over his body, forming a green lotus on his surface. The lotus converged, enclosing Huokong within.
At the same time, countless residual light blade energies struck the lotus. The green flaming lotus began to show cracks.
As the lotus gradually shrank, it suddenly opened, unleashing terrifying shockwaves. The green flames surged outwards, and countless residual light blade energies exploded.
Long Ling walked out, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "A good move, a good idea! I thought this would take care of you, but it seems I underestimated you!"
"Hmph! I don't need your praise. Today, even if I die, I will know where you come from!"
Huokong seemed to have made a decision. Since the opponent was helping the Water Spirit race, he had to know his information to notify the other Fire Spirit race branches. Otherwise, if this person went after them one by one, even they, the Monarchs, would not be a match. Even Huokong, the First Monarch, felt he was not an opponent.
"If you can force me to use my full strength, you will know my identity."
Long Ling smirked, then took a step forward, instantly transforming into residual light again. However, this time, he appeared in front of Huokong and threw a punch with his left fist.
Terrifying power surged. Huokong also swung his fists, his body wrapped in green flames. With a boom, he was thrown back more than ten meters.
Long Ling said, "Use your full strength, show me your true abilities! Otherwise, your price might be even more severe. Don't hold back."
"You said it. Since you're courting death, don't blame me."
Huokong said with a serious expression. Then, his robes began to burn fiercely, and the robes detached from his body.
They then floated behind Huokong, connecting to form a green cloak.
Huokong spun his body, and the cloak swirled, unleashing waves of fiery energy.
Long Ling's eyes widened slightly. Instantly, the energy waves exploded in front of him.
(Author's note: Cloaks, a symbol of the strong!)
Huokong's aura surged with the appearance of the cloak. Countless patterns formed by green flames adorned the cloak. Then, Huokong made a gesture, and the cloak billowed, releasing countless green flaming spears from it.
It was like a storm. If Chen Tian were here, he would be very interested, because Huokong's method of elemental mastery was very similar to his own skills.
Chen Tian's elemental skills allowed him to engrave patterns on his body and activate them when used. This was the ability and skill of flame transformation.
And the opponent had achieved the ability and skill of flame transformation on his cloak, and his mastery was far superior to Chen Tian's.
This was because the cloak could endlessly spew flaming spears, whereas Chen Tian's skills were one-time use.
Moreover, while the opponent shot out spears, the flaming spear patterns on the cloak did not disappear. This meant that this mastery had no usage limit.
Every Monarch of the Fire Spirit race had their unique method of elemental mastery. Huokong's was flame transformation, but it was different from ordinary flame transformation.
His flame transformation involved compressing and condensing flames, storing them on his cloak. This cloak had been storing nearly tens of billions of patterns, and weapons of the same type automatically stacked into one pattern.
This cloak was like an armory, capable of producing any weapon with a wave, and also a vast repository, as the patterns on it included not only weapons but also creatures, animals, and various other forms.
It could be seen that Huokong's ambition was indeed great.
Countless flaming spears rushed towards Long Ling, but Long Ling remained expressionless. He simply extended his palm and opened it.
Instantly, countless green flaming spears stopped in front of him as if there was a barrier.
The spears could not advance. Then, Long Ling clenched his fist, and with a cracking sound, the countless flaming spears shattered, dissipating into green flaming starlight.
Huokong was stunned. The opponent had so easily blocked this move. Those divine fire spears had an armor-piercing effect!
Yet, they caused no damage, and didn't even touch the opponent's body. He simply opened and closed his fist, and they were all gone.
He couldn't believe it. What kind of race could ignore divine fire and possess such immense power?
He truly couldn't figure it out. He knew most of the second layer well, but he couldn't find any information about this person.
He had heard of the strong individuals among the human race, but none of them fit.
Moreover, Huokong was certain that this guy was definitely not human, because no human could resist divine fire.
Long Ling said calmly, "Continue. You have many more moves. Play with me. These are not enough to whet my appetite."
"Hmph! You're courting death!"
Then, Huokong spun around and waved his right hand. The cloak billowed and spread out, revealing a Qilin formed from green flames before the cloak.
Then, he stepped forward towards Long Ling. Long Ling looked at the green flaming Qilin and smirked, "The Qilin race. It seems you've seen a Qilin. Although I don't know your relationship, since it allowed you to comprehend its form, your relationship must be very good."
"What's wrong? Are you scared? I do have a connection with the Qilin race, and our relationship is indeed very good. If you know what's good for you, scram!"
Huokong saw Long Ling's expression change and thought the opponent was afraid of the Qilin race.
"Haha! Scared? I've never been afraid. The Qilin race is merely a branch. Why should I be afraid?"
Long Ling declared arrogantly, speaking with confidence.
The reason was simple: his master was the Ancestral Dragon, and a Nine-Colored Ancestral Dragon, a being of equal standing to the Sacred Tiger and the Phoenix Ancestor.
The Qilin race was merely a branch under the Sacred Tiger. How could it contend with an Ancestral Dragon? Moreover, he was a dragon, so there was no need to fear them.
The Qilin and White Tiger races had always been rivals to the Dragon race. What was there to fear? Their conflicts were continuous.
Looking at the flaming Qilin charging towards him, Long Ling opened his mouth and released terrifying sound waves that spread outwards in waves.