Fifty miles above the battlements of Sunrise City, the sky looked like the inside of an erupting volcano.
The twelve Rank 8 Golden-Crow Fire Envoys—each transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-wide Three-Legged Flaming Crow—folded their blazing wings slightly to pick up speed. As they dove straight toward the newly planted potato fields and red-brick houses below, the 10,000-degree solar fire rolling off their feathers turned the clouds into superheated red steam.
Down in the streets of Sunrise City, despite the protective shimmer of the municipal city shield, millions of local citizens couldn’t stop their legs from shaking. Eight hundred years of bone-deep terror under the Golden-Crow Clan wasn’t easy to forget.
“Lord Pei! Don’t try to use water arrays against them!” an old retired Rank 6 cultivator in the town square shouted up toward the city wall at the top of his lungs, waving his cane in panic. “Three hundred years ago, the North-Star Glacier Sect brought ten Rank 8 Ice-Spirit Masters to fight the Golden-Crow Clan! They summoned a thousand-mile tsunami of ten-thousand-year glacier water to drown the Fire Envoys!”
“What happened to the glacier water?” a young Star-Train conductor beside him asked nervously.
“It didn’t put out a single spark!” the old cultivator cried out in despair. “The secret of the Golden-Crow Clan’s Sacred Solar Fire is that their feathers secrete a layer of immortal Sun-Marrow Fire-Oil! Just like pouring cold water onto a pot of burning cooking oil, normal water and ice spells only make their flames splatter and…
