Both of them use not ordinary fire, but divine fire.

This is different from other previous monsters. The magic used by this golden spider is not only derived from the blood of the monster, but also has characteristics derived from the power of the soul.

It can be released and retracted, and can be controlled freely, as if the sword is in the hands of a master or a child, and its lethality is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary demons and magic.

A spider and a donkey continued to use flames to fight, crisscrossing along the long street.

The gate tower of Fangmen collapsed directly, and the long bluestone street was completely destroyed by just the physical force of advancing and retreating.

Not to mention the magical power.

The flames in the sky continued to explode and made loud noises, and the air waves from high places were set off one after another.

The fight between the two turned upside down, but the caravan still followed the established route and entered the West Market through the Fangmen Gate Tower. No one in the entire capital looked this way.

The young Taoist priest sitting behind the caravan held an oil-paper umbrella and turned a blind eye to everything.

It's so calm that it's scary.

Even if the tall and majestic vermilion gate tower in front of him collapsed, he only tilted the oil paper umbrella slightly to block the dust rising in front of him.

Then he put up his umbrella again, and followed the wheels of the convoy as it rolled away, facing the battlefield.

This weird feeling is as if the fierce fight between the divine donkey and the golden spider is real.
Chapter completed!