"Since you have appeared before me in this manner, you should understand that in the upcoming battle, these little tricks are useless. Now, this battlefield has only you and me, with no one else around. Our victory or defeat, life or death, will be decided by strength!" Flamel was unfazed by Pei Yan's sarcasm, raising a finger towards him as the lava beneath him immediately churned and boiled, transforming into two torrents rushing towards the opponent.
Facing the aggressive attack, Pei Yan remained calm, allowing the two torrents to approach him. Just as the splashing lava was about to touch him, his figure flickered, leaving an afterimage for the lava to pass through in vain. Witnessing this, Flamel was not surprised, as he raised his other hand to join the control of the torrents. Under his dual control, the speed at which the ground's lava surged and solidified increased rapidly, weaving a massive fiery net in the air that pursued Pei Yan wherever he hid.
