Bai Wushuang's friends quickly left Xun Mo and his group. They picked up the fainting Bai Wushuang, picked up the Yuancao, and prepared to leave.

"Boys over there, by the way, it's you, stop me."

A very arrogant and extremely arrogant hoarse voice came from afar.

What followed was a firelight as thick as a wrist. The golden-red firelight whistled with a terrible high temperature. It slashed across the toes of the young man holding Bai Wushuang, and cut a crack that was thousands of feet long, half a foot wide, and extremely deep.

The temperature of the air around it rose sharply, and the power contained in this fire light was too strong. The mud and sand on both sides of the crack were burned into glass and kept flowing into deep cracks.

Wu Jin turned around suddenly, subconsciously raised his left shield to protect his chest.

The young people present emitted various lights to protect their bodies. Bai Wushuang and Xun Mo quickly formed two circular arrays with strong defense, with a distance of more than ten feet between the left and right.

A golden two-wheeled chariot whizzed from the sky in the distance.

The two wheels of the chariot spewed flames, and everyone felt a wave of heat coming from afar.

A round of fireballs with a diameter of 100 meters above the chariot were burning, and flames kept spraying around. Large groups of fireballs continued to fall to the ground, burning a very eye-catching flame path on the ground.

In the fireball, a darker bird can be seen faintly appearing.

The chariot rushed over, and a young man in a golden robe with flames around him, with extremely tall figure and a handsome face. However, a big hooked nose completely destroyed the handsomeness of his facial features and gave birth to a full of rebellious aura out of thin air.

The boy stood alone on the chariot, followed by four groups of fire clouds, and four mighty warriors wearing golden armor and amazing aura drove the fire clouds, following the chariot without leaving.

In just a few breaths, the chariot arrived in front of Wu Jin and others.

The young man stood proudly on the chariot with his hands behind his back, and said with a cold expression: "I, the soul clan, the Jinwu clan, and the seventh prince of the Wu family, Wu Xiao."
Chapter completed!