Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1958 - 1947: Sea of Flames

"This power fluctuation is..."The Black Dragon opened its massive mouth and slowly uttered three words, "Taoist Cultivator."

If Ning Fan had heard these words, he would surely associate them with something. However, at present, all his focus was on communicating with the Golden Core.

Being within the range of the Forbidden Spell, defense became the only way to dissolve the threat.

At this moment, the Dragon Flame, which had been brewing and forming, finally appeared.

The dragon's mouth opened wide, and dragon flame fireballs corresponding to various elements recklessly danced in the air.

During their flight, the basketball-sized dragon flame continually expanded, until it reached its limit of the size of a vat, and then exploded into a sea of fire with a bang.

At the same time, each type of Dragon Flame burst open, transforming this space into a colorful ocean of flames.

In the center of the sea of flames, Ning Fan was like a string of firecrackers, crackling constantly.

Besides the high temperature, the sea of fire also carried various elemental attacks.

The green sea of fire was highly toxic.

The dark sea of fire was corrosive.

The white sea of fire could burn souls.

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The relentless high temperature and elemental attacks continuously impacted Ning Fan's protective aura — those explosions were manifestations of the spiritual energy being hit.

Right now, Ning Fan felt as if he were inside Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad's alchemy furnace, and tragically, he didn't possess Saint Sun's divine skills.

The spiritual energy within his body seemed to be rapidly depleted, and despite consuming a large number of Qi Replenishing Pills, the replenishment speed couldn't catch up with the rate of consumption.

Once the spiritual energy shield broke, Ning Fan would have to endure with his physical body.

Just then, a piercing and desperate scream caught Ning Fan's attention.

Looking at the scene ahead, Ning Fan finally understood how terrifying this seemingly fire-only Forbidden Spell truly was.

Nine gigantic magic formations formed an inescapable net, sealing off this space.

This locked space was the attack range of the Forbidden Spell.

The Black Dragon, the originator of the plight, was tragically caught in its own net due to Ning Fan's do-or-die strategy.

When the Forbidden Spell was activated, driven by its survival instinct, the Black Dragon desperately exhausted its magic power to resist the invasion of the sea of fire.

But these efforts were in vain, as the intense heat of the flames immediately reduced the black dragon's outer magic shield to ashes.

The Dragon Clan, known for wielding ultimate power, besides having superb combat and magic abilities, also possessed despair-inducing physical and magical resistance.

The scales of the Dragon Clan naturally carried a certain degree of physical immunity and magic immunity.

The alien clan of Ryan Town might not be top-tier fighters, but they were definitely not weak; they were undeniably first-class in this world, given the innate talents of the alien clan.

Ning Fan's reference point was not the Eastern cultivation world.

Apart from the Earth Immortal Realm's taoist cultivators, facing the Western cultivation world, the Eastern side could be said to be entirely defeated, lagging by at least two realms.

Yet, even the alien clan guarding Ryan Town, when faced with the Black Dragon, despite using exquisite sword skills and magic, could not achieve any effect.

For the Black Dragon, such attacks were probably akin to a gentle scratch.

Even Ning Fan would not dare to let a group of mages and warriors attack him casually.

Note that this was during the Black Dragon's dying state, relying solely on physical resistance.

Thus, the defensive capabilities of the Dragon Clan could be considered abnormal.

But at this moment, the defense that the Western Dragon Clan prided itself on was as fragile as paper in the face of this colorful sea of flames.

Now, the Black Dragon looked like it had been pulled from a dye vat; its entire body was covered in red and green like a palette.

Each color symbolized an elemental attack.

The green flame stained the originally glossy black scales instantly turning them green, which soon peeled away one by one.

Then the green flame infiltrated through the gaps, dyeing the flesh inside green.

Along with the "dyeing" came wisps of blue smoke — this was the effect of the poison corroding the flesh.

The black flame directly softened the scales, turning them into a puddle of black water, which then flowed into the body. In the blink of an eye, the flesh dissolved into black water, quickly evaporated by the high temperature.

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It was now impossible to discern the outline of the Black Dragon, which looked like a meatball wrapped in colorful candy coating.

Under the attacks of the nine elemental attributes, the mountain-like form of the Black Dragon began to rapidly shrink.

The parts that were lost all turned to blue smoke and vanished.

Ning Fan heard the source of the mournful cries, which equated to throwing a living being into sulfuric acid. The pain was unbearable to anyone, even the Dragon Clan.

"Perhaps there's more,"

The higher the realm, the more physical attacks began to pale in comparison to spiritual ones.

Ning Fan believed this Forbidden Spell was definitely more than it seemed on the surface; there must be spiritual attacks involved.

As to whether this was truly the case, looking at the Black Dragon's wretched state, Ning Fan had no desire to test it.

"Save me!"

The Black Dragon had lost its original pride, desperately crying out for help.

"Save it or not?"

"How to save?"

Before long, in just a few seconds, Ning Fan no longer wrestled with this question.

The already precarious spiritual energy shield instantly dissipated into nothingness.

The spiritual energy within Ning Fan was completely depleted, not even leaving a trace.

Even if he had wanted to save the Black Dragon, he was powerless to do so at this moment.

"I should have brought more Qi Replenishing Pills,"

This was just Ning Fan's naive fantasy; even with an endless supply of Qi Replenishing Pills, it would not help at all.

The Qi Replenishing Pills were converted into spiritual energy, but the replenishment speed was far from matching the consumption speed.

At the moment the spiritual energy shield disappeared, a glimmer of gold floated out from his Dantian, rising above Ning Fan's head.

This golden glow was Ning Fan's Golden Core.

The Golden Core suspended above released a pale purple beam of light, enveloping Ning Fan, shielding him from the sea of fire's burn.

This pale purple beam was composed of spiritual energy, dao patterns, pill qi, and pill fire stored within the Golden Core.

Doing this was undoubtedly to overdraw the Golden Core's potential, harming his own cultivation foundation.

But there was no other option; the Golden Core was his last protective talisman.

Watching that colorful meatball shrink to the size of a vat in just a short time, it seemed it wouldn't take long for the Black Dragon to burn to ashes.

In this regard, Ning Fan was powerless; at this moment, he was struggling to protect himself.

"This won't work."

Ning Fan desperately connected with the divine blood, hoping for a glimmer of hope.

And indeed, the divine blood's lethal power lived up to its reputation for turning the tables.

Under the influence of the divine blood, Ning Fan's heart began thumping like a war drum.

The tiny stream of divine power that shrunk within his meridians started to expand and accelerate in circulation.

"Perhaps this is the chance for survival."

In less than a second, the smile on Ning Fan's face froze.

He noticed the sea of fire beginning to boil restlessly, shooting out tongues of flame during its flow.

It felt like an invisible hand was stirring this sea of fire, and the vortex's center was precisely where Ning Fan stood.