Mu Qingge looked toward Yao Xinghai, and Yao Xinghai happened to look at her as well. Their eyes met in midair, both already understanding each other's intentions.
The golden light was already closing in.
Mu Qingge sneered, mocking how the dignified Heavenly Dao resorted to such despicable tricks!
Her right hand made a virtual grip, and the Linglong Spear appeared, clasped in her hand.
On the other side, Yao Xinghai had already raised his sword and charged toward the golden light.
However, just as Mu Qingge was about to destroy the golden light and obliterate the contained power of destruction, the Heaven-Burning Furnace unexpectedly rose up on its own, colliding with the golden light before her.
This scene narrowed Mu Qingge's eyes; her heart almost leapt out of her mouth.
Her elixir!
Boom—!
