As the cultivators retreated, Fire Phoenix appeared, flapping its wings and spewing flames from its beak. The Demon Lord's black robe was singed as he was unable to dodge the attack. When his robe started to catch on fire, he decisively used his palm to cut off its corner.
As he watched the flames that Fire Phoenix spewed out transform into airflows, his palm released a black breath that enveloped and extinguished the flames in a flash.
"Whoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
The flames flew through the air. Fire Phoenix scurried away from the attack, but the Demon Lord's palm had already reached its side, grabbing a clump of its feathers.
"Hiss!"
Fire Phoenix let out a hiss. When it saw the Demon Lord toss the clump of feathers into the wind, it was stunned for a moment before becoming even more enraged.
"How dare you pluck my feathers? Outrageous!"
