He was so restless that he finally walked out of the cave and went to the immortal palace in front.
"Master?" Seeing him coming out, a middle-aged man came forward in surprise and asked hurriedly: "Master, what happened?"
The Northern Flame Emperor put his hands behind his back, looked at him with a sullen face, and asked, "I was just about to ask you, is everything normal? Have you already ordered to cut off the resources in Fengjiu's territory?"
"Master, don't worry. Everything has been arranged according to your orders." The middle-aged man said respectfully.
Hearing this, he did not relax his tightly knitted brows, but said: "Take your men to patrol around. I feel a little uneasy today, so you'd better be careful."
"yes."
The middle-aged man responded, but just as his voice fell, there was a sudden loud bang in the air, as if the barrier was broken, and as the loud bang spread, the air also fluctuated with circles of air currents.
Almost at the moment of hearing the loud noise, the face of Emperor Beiyan changed and became gloomy: "Damn it!"
He cursed softly and instinctively took a step back, his body in a defensive posture, his eyes warily watching the red figure that appeared in the sky as the barrier was broken.
“Feng Jiu!”
He gritted his teeth and whispered the name, hatred in his eyes. Even if he wanted to kill her a thousand times, he knew that he was no match for Fengjiu at this moment with his injuries still not healed.
The middle-aged man next to him was startled when he heard his words, and looked towards the red figure. He saw the red figure flying in the air with his hands behind his back, his red clothes fluttering, his black hair dancing in the wind, and a face full of coldness.
Regardless of being amazed or shocked, he instinctively shouted: "Come on! Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!" His voice contained spiritual energy and a hint of panic, echoing in the air.
As soon as his voice was heard, dozens of monks in tight clothes quickly appeared and drew their swords to attack the red figure.
It's a pity that the difference in strength between them and Fengjiu is not even a little bit. With Fengjiu's current strength, only Emperor Beiyan, who is also at the emperor level, can fight with her. The others are simply no match for her!
Feng Jiu glanced at those people calmly, waved her hand, and shouted at the same time: "Get out!"
A powerful and terrifying pressure visible to the naked eye swept out from her sleeves and attacked the dozens of strong monks like a wave. The powerful pressure was accompanied by the pressure of the ancient mythical beast and the pressure of her own strength. Once it attacked, the dozens of monks screamed, and their figures were knocked away. They fell to the ground in a mess, spitting blood, and could not stand up for a long time.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face changed. He turned back and looked at Emperor Beiyan. He said, "Master, your injuries have not healed yet. If you fight with her, you will be at a disadvantage. Why don't we avoid the crisis for now? When the master recovers, it won't be too late to settle the old scores with her."
Emperor Beiyan knew that he was no match for Fengjiu with only 10% of his strength left. Looking at her with such great momentum, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Go!" He turned around and wanted to escape.