Some of the hot magma hit the flying dragon and fell with it, while some did not hit the target and continued to fly into the sky. The sky was painted red, as if it was burning. The magma fell like a meteorite, and the heat wave crossed the sky, dragging a long tail flame behind it. Zhu Wucheng's pupils shrank for a while, and he shouted: "Avoid." Because they were scattered throughout the battlefield, the attack power of a single volcanic bomb was not strong, but the dense scene like raindrops was really amazing. Moreover, the proportion of soul masters in the White Tiger Army was not high. Most of them were well-trained ordinary people. Some soldiers raised their shields, while others held their weapons across their heads. Even if the White Tiger Army was all wearing armor, it was difficult to resist the high-temperature liquid that splashed like water after falling and flowed into every corner of their clothes. Their clothes were ignited, and because of the restraint of the armor, they could not take them off in time, so they could only turn into a fire man, wailing and screaming and losing their voice. The thick-skinned ankylosaur lizard and white-bone mammoth felt a tingling pain in their backs and felt a little uncomfortable. They shook their bodies and had no further reaction. The smart soldiers got under the stomachs of these soul beasts and used their bodies to avoid them. There were also some unlucky ones who were trampled into meat paste by the restless soul beasts.
Yan Jin, dressed in red, walked up to the top of the city with a bright smile on his face, "Hehe, you know how powerful it is now." Her ability is very effective on the battlefield. Yan Jin stepped on the battlement, jumped up, jumped off the city wall, and came to the crowd. Looking at this young and beautiful woman, the soldiers of the White Tiger Army showed fear on their faces. The overwhelming magma rain just now was her masterpiece. "Don't be afraid, she must have little soul power left after using that move just now!" A thousand-man captain encouraged, "Follow me!" He is a soul master, his martial soul is a long halberd, and he rides a fiery lion under his crotch. He is one of the few officers who can fight with soul beasts. The four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, lit up at the same time, and the invisible momentum began to gather. He, the Fiery Lion, and the cavalrymen who rode the Red Kirin Horse and charged with him seemed to be condensed into a whole. A faint shadow enveloped them. It was a halberd, with a thousand-pound momentum, moving forward unstoppably. The neat sound of horse hooves, the roar of lions, and the roar of soldiers sounded at the same time. "Die!" The centurion shouted angrily. Yan Jin just watched their charge with interest, and then stretched out her palm like solidified fat. The white palm pressed against the tip of the long halberd swung by the centurion, her hand sank suddenly, her body jumped high with this force, raised her slender right leg, and chopped it down with force. The base of the leather boots was imprinted hard on the centurion's shoulder, and the terrible force directly smashed half of his body. The Fiery Lion, his mount, also vomited blood and fell forward. After a few twitches, she fell silent. Yan Jin lifted her messy hair and said disdainfully: "Soul power? Do I need to use soul power to deal with you?" She did not use any soul power just now, but only used her skills to the extreme. She is already a soul saint, and with the help of Amon, she absorbs soul rings by a large margin every time. She has also eaten the earth dragon golden melon and has four soul bones. All these conditions add up to her physical strength, which is close to that of a Titled Douluo. This gives her the foundation for charging without relying on soul power, and the fighting skills she has developed since childhood allow her to grasp the opportunity accurately.
After covering her hands with a thin layer of magma, she rushed towards the White Tiger Army who were still hesitating. There is one thing that the captain was right about. The "Meteor Shower" just now was indeed a huge consumption for Yan Jin. It not only consumed all the magma stored in her fifth soul ring, but also consumed half of her soul power. Although they were frightened by Yan Jin's series of performances, the White Tiger Army's soldiers still roared and came forward. For these warriors who were generally just ordinary people or one or two ring spirit masters, Yan Jin almost killed them one by one. She shuttled between the battlefields, and her limbs were the most terrible weapons, easily taking away lives. A ground ankylosaur lizard lowered its head and hit Yan Jin with its head covered with round shield-like bones. Yan Jin grinned and pushed it back with his head without hesitation. Two figures of different sizes, one big and one small, collided, and in the end it was the huge ground ankylosaur lizard that was knocked over. Whether it was the enemy or the friendly army, they were stunned for several seconds after watching this scene. Among the Tiandou soldiers on the city wall, there were originally many young men who admired this beautiful and heroic girl, but at this moment, the image of the goddess in their hearts collapsed, and was replaced by the image of a bull-like female man. Even the Ten Thousand Demon King glanced at her in surprise, thinking that the proportion of soul beast blood in her body should not be low. Dai Mubai's fifth soul skill lit up, and a black soul ring emerged. Facing this great enemy, he immediately used his strongest skill. "White Tiger Demon God Transformation!" Sensing someone approaching from behind, Yan Jin subconsciously used a "Big Fire Breathing" to hit the back. The scene at the Soul Master Competition three years ago was almost reproduced. Dai Mubai thought that he had made great progress over the years, and he should not be completely powerless against Yan Jin. But when the fist made of magma grew bigger and bigger in front of him, he realized that he was wrong. The gap did not narrow, but even bigger! The blazing fist made him feel hot even before it touched him, and the all-round increase brought about by the "White Tiger Demon God Transformation" seemed to have no effect. He failed to avoid Yan Jin's casual counterattack and was punched away. He used his soul power to break away the lava that stuck to his body. He glanced at the burns on his arms and his expression was gloomy. "Who are you?" Yan Jin felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but couldn't remember which one it was. He scratched his head and asked with some confusion. "Have you forgotten? Three years ago, the Soul Master Competition." Dai Mubai's face was gloomy. The enemy he cherished so much, the opponent who almost disfigured Zhu Zhuqing, actually forgot about him. This kind of disregard is more humiliating than the abuse and ridicule. Yan Jin tilted her head, but still couldn't remember it. She nodded: "Forget it, it's the same. I never remember Zayu's name anyway." The aura belonging to the Soul Saint burst out unabashedly, and the sixth soul skill lit up. The magma that was originally scattered throughout the battlefield gradually lost heat, and all the fire elements gathered towards the embers. "The Searing Hell." This is a domain-type skill. Its effect is to gather the surrounding fire elements to form a sea of fire. The flames burned blazingly, and the terrifying high temperature burned the soil around the embers, turning it into flowing lava.
All soldiers who came near her were burned to ashes almost instantly. Originally, after this skill was activated, it required a large amount of soul power to be continuously consumed, but Yan Jin's fourth soul skill "Thermal Energy Blocking" controlled the flow of heat, making the consumption of maintaining the field extremely small. Staring at the ember standing in the sea of fire, like a queen of flames, Dai Mubai couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. This huge gap almost made him lose confidence in continuing to catch up. "Mubai, don't worry, I will accompany you." Zhu Zhuqing hugged Dai Mubai from behind, and a dazzling light lit up. The two of them used martial soul fusion skills and transformed into a huge ghost white tiger. Yan Jin's eyes lit up and he felt that their movements of martial soul fusion skills were very impressive. He turned around and shouted to Amon who was sitting on the city wall: "Amon, I also want martial soul fusion." Amon glanced at her, ignored her, and then turned his attention to the King of Ten Thousand Demons. Yan Jin was a little disappointed, and then with dissatisfaction, he used the "Big Fire Breathing" to blast the huge Netherworld White Tiger away, and curled his lips: "Hmm... The level of the 'Golden Generation' of Wuhun Palace three years ago was only a little bit better at most, and you still want to deal with me just because of that?" She looked at the Ten Thousand Demon King standing on top of the hell dragon, with a look of eagerness on her face. "Amon, can I fight this?" She pointed at the King of Demons and asked. The King of Ten Thousand Demons sneered: "Is there anything wrong with her brain? She's just a Soul Saint..." He said to the other hell dragon beside him: "Go and play with her." Amon stroked his monocle and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "I was fine this morning..." A hell demon dragon swooped down at the command of the Ten Thousand Demon King, spitting out dragon breath with corrosive power. Yan Jin's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately wrapped himself in layers of magma, "The fire is actually poisonous?" The Hell Demon Dragon's claws swung forward and scattered the magma ball wrapped in rock embers with one claw. It looked at the scattered magma with some confusion, but did not find any trace of Yan Jing inside. Suddenly, a pool of magma moved, slowly condensing into the form of Yan Jin. This is Yan Jin’s seventh soul skill, “Elemental Transformation”! "Elementalization" allows Yan Jin's body to assimilate with the magma, turning it into a fluid like magma, making it immune to physical attacks. If you are attacked by soul power, you can offset or significantly reduce the damage caused by the attack by consuming your own soul power. "Big fire!" Yan Jing, whose body was half made of lava and half made of flesh, waved his fist and hit the head of the hell dragon. The latter just staggered, shook his head, and immediately launched a counterattack. The dragon's tail whipped out like a whip, scattering the rock embers again. "Leiyin, what's the origin of this thing?" Yan Jin's body slowly took shape, and the lava on his body gradually receded, returning to its original appearance. "That's the Hell Demon Dragon, a very powerful dragon-like soul beast, probably around 70,000 years old." Lei Yin replied. "Seventy thousand years...is it equivalent to a Contra?" Yan Jin's expression became serious. She took a deep breath, and while activating the elemental transformation, she used the two attached soul bones from the Red King. A huge three-headed magma dog appeared. Then, the red color of the magma disappeared, and red and black short hairs appeared one by one on the giant dog's body.
Under the influence of the external soul bone, Yan Jin's true weapon soul behaved like a true martial soul. She transformed into a three-headed red demon mastiff! Looking at the familiar appearance that was no different from the Red King, the Demon King's face turned pale: "Are those the Red King's soul rings and soul bones? Did this kid kill the Red King?" "You're going to be killed anyway, so the soul ring can't be wasted." Amon looked at the King of Ten Thousand Demons, twitching the corners of his mouth and showing a smile.