She had witnessed Mo Tizhun’s arm strength before but never expected that Yun Ya would be no less powerful than that brute. With the wind whistling past her ears, before she could even blink, she had already flown to the base of the tree.
Yun Ya’s force was remarkably skillful; this throw appeared fierce, yet when she landed, all the momentum had been dispersed, allowing her to stand firmly.
Feng Miaojun reluctantly brought out the silver spoon, lightly shaking it twice in her hand. It immediately transformed into a golden bell-shaped shovel five feet long, with a flat bell-shaped blade and a handle over an inch thick. This massive tool was almost as tall as she was, appearing to be made of fine iron and looking quite unwieldy.
Yet when Feng Miaojun held it in her hand, it felt weightless. Using it to dig, she immediately penetrated about an inch into the ground.
“Clink”—not only was there the sound of metal striking metal but sparks burst forth as well.
This patch of land existing in an ocean of magma, apart from being under the shade of the small tree, must have also been tempered by the true fire of the earth’s core thousands of times, making it far stronger than diamond. Without the golden bell shovel Yun Ya had thrown her, she wouldn’t even be confident in making a hole in the ground with the Star Sky Auger, let alone digging with her hands.
As she performed this action, a question popped into her mind: This was Yun Ya’s magical tool, so why could she use it too?
Feng Miaojun suddenly recalled what Yun Ya had said earlier: he had expended great effort to tame these two treasures, indicating they had quite the temperament. Now she could use it without going through the master recognition process, and there was only one explaKingdom that made sense—
Her spiritual power was not only of the same source and nature as Yun Ya’s, but also identical in character. And these two magical artifacts only recognized their master’s power attributes, thus mistaking her for Yun Ya!
As soon as this realization surfaced, she couldn’t help but feel violently shaken, cold sweat streaming down her back, with only one thought remaining in her mind:
He knew!
He knew!
Yun Ya already knew their spiritual powers were connected and of the same attribute, otherwise, why would he throw his magical artifact to her to use?
Furthermore, why would Yun Ya, after recognizing her true identity, still tolerate Feng Miaojun’s continued existence? The reason probably came down to just one thing: he wanted to use her to control her magical artifacts!
So what was he planning to do himself?
Since he had already seen through her, there was no need for her to keep up the pretense. Feng Miaojun bit her lip, boldly summoned her spiritual power, and drove the shovel down with all her might.
This strike dug in a foot deep.
Almost simultaneously, the magma sea beside the tree exploded in a shower of sparks.
Amidst the splashing lava, a massive crimson figure emerged, roaring angrily at Feng Miaojun.
It was yet another Fire Spirit!
Its size was a grade smaller than its companion that had climbed up through the fissure, yet it appeared more agile. And Feng Miaojun hadn’t forgotten that this was its home territory!
This creature had a human-like upper body, while its lower half remained submerged in the sea of fire. As soon as it appeared, it unleashed a powerful attack—strong shock waves radiated outward from it as the epicenter, instantly sweeping in all directions, raising terrifying waves in this boundless magma world that crashed down hard toward the land!
Never mind Feng Miaojun, even Yun Ya, if surrounded by the sea of fire, couldn’t escape a fate of complete annihilation. Fortunately, this man was well-prepared, having already deployed thirty-six disc-shaped magical tools. Each took its position, firmly anchored into the ground, forming an arc-shaped formation that emitted a faint red glow.
The formation encompassed both her and Yun Ya. When the flame tsunami crashed down, it struck squarely against the magical boundary formed by the formation, causing tremors of at least magnitude seven.
But it held.
Battle instruments! Feng Miaojun felt her horizons truly broadened today. The set of magical tools Yun Ya had deployed were specifically used for military formations, known as battle instruments. Their power far exceeded that of ordinary magical tools, capable of defending against thousands or tens of thousands of enemies at once.
Most importantly, to activate battle instruments required the use of elemental power, thus only a military commander could be authorized to use them. As the Imperial Advisor of the Wei State, using elemental power was child’s play for Yun Ya.
But conversely, battle instruments weren’t designed to counter individuals, but rather another powerful army or a highly cultivated great monster. That Yun Ya directly deployed such formidable weapons showed he absolutely could not underestimate the Fire Spirit.
Indeed, seeing that the main culprit had not been destroyed and that Feng Miaojun was even using the golden bell shovel for a third strike, the monster could no longer contain itself. It directly manifested a giant fist and smashed it heavily against the magical barrier.
“Boom,” another thunderous sound.
Just seeing its power, Feng Miaojun understood why Yun Ya had schemed in advance to use the Yaishan Spider King and Mo Tizhun as his shields—because with monsters of this caliber, he alone couldn’t handle two of them.
While she watched with wide-eyed astonishment, Yun Ya, without even looking back, said: “Dig quickly, don’t stop.” His toes lightly touched the ground as he darted toward the Fire Spirit like a swallow. The latter reached out to grab him, but somehow, this man twisted his body in mid-air, nimbly avoided the grasp, and returned five ice spikes in counterattack.
These objects were crystal-clear like water crystal, yet deep blue like the sea, crafted from water essence refined from the extremely cold deep oceans, showing that Yun Ya had come fully prepared. The two attributes countered each other—the moment the ice spikes touched the Fire Spirit, they released extreme cold power, instantly freezing the Fire Spirit!
Feng Miaojun exhaled a puff of white vapor.
Standing in such a scorching place, she felt the icy cold of deep winter.
To possess such power, who knew how long Yun Ya had spent refining them and how much effort he had invested? Taking advantage of this initial strike, he flashed to the Fire Spirit’s chest and thrust his long sword fiercely into it!
The sword was no more than three feet long, but the sword energy on its blade suddenly erupted, extending to seven feet. Thus reaching over ten feet, it should be sufficient to pierce the Fire Spirit’s heart.
Witnessing this scene directly, Feng Miaojun’s heart pounded with fear, yet she didn’t forget to wield the shovel with lightning speed. She now understood—Yun Ya was drawing the enemy’s fire to cover her so she could finish her task quickly. No wonder he had said earlier, “The rest, you needn’t concern yourself with.” So this “rest” was beyond human resistance.
In this life-or-death moment, she unleashed astonishing power, and the golden bell shovel was exceptionally effective. In just a few short breaths, she had already dug away most of the hard soil beneath the tree, revealing the exposed roots.
Seeing this, Feng Miaojun suddenly cursed. Judging by the sickly appearance of the fire tree, who could have guessed that underneath would be such a tangled mass of roots, extending to unknown depths? She even suspected the roots penetrated through the rocky base directly into the earth’s fire to absorb spiritual energy.
They say old trees have many roots—these words were indeed true.
She didn’t have the time to detach them one by one. Feng Miaojun loudly asked: “The roots are too many and too deep, what should I do?”
Yun Ya, amid intense battle, replied without thinking: “Cut them, and take it away!”
“Don’t blame me if it doesn’t survive transplanting!” She warned.
“Stop wasting words!” Yun Ya didn’t even have time to turn and glare at her. “Package it quickly. The Fire Spirit above will be down within ten breaths!”
By now, the floating island in the sea of fire had drifted beneath the fissure. Judging from the Fire Spirit’s roars coming down from the abyss, it had already been led directly above the fissure by the Spider King and Mo Tizhun. As soon as the floating island drifted under its nose, it would immediately discover intruders in its lair.