The crimson flames had already burned to the sky, and a dozen Tier Two Fire-Devouring Sparrows made another dive.
They could always unleash the most terrifying flame attacks appropriately.
Making the cultivators defending on the mountain peak suffer unbearably.
At this moment, the mountain peak was like a three-legged Pill Furnace being perched upon.
Many cultivators continuously cast various restraining-type magic spells and spirit talismans, but ordinary Wood Vine Spells couldn't get close, nor could Ice Attribute Magic.
In such dense flames, unless several body cultivators with strong bodies were to charge out, but how many body cultivators would really charge up?
That's why those Red Roc Demon Birds were so unscrupulous.
But at this moment, Ye Jingcheng felt somewhat solemn. Today's valley battle would definitely not be a delaying battle as many families anticipated; it might become quite tragic in the future.
