The firebird in crimson was still circling above the ancient city.
The recent breath of fierce flames directly incinerated half of the city.
Lin Bai was struck by the flames, plummeting helplessly into the ancient city.
In the flames, Lin Bai climbed up from the ground, his body charred black, with some skin even burned.
Yet those Flame Ants seemed unaffected by the fire; instead, they became more excited, charging toward Lin Bai.
Lin Bai immediately flipped over, ignoring the injuries on his body, simultaneously wielding Three-Colored Divine Thunder and Sword Aura to annihilate the attacking Flame Ants around him.
"What kind of flame is this, so tyrannical!" As Lin Bai pondered his strategy, he looked up at the firebird circling overhead.
The firebird, with its fire-red feathers, was exceptionally beautiful.
But when Lin Bai looked closer, he surprisingly found no trace of life force on the firebird, seemingly a dead object.
"Dead?" Lin Bai expressed his shock.
