Shen Luo's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, but his actions did not pause for a moment. A red light flashed in his left hand, and he took out the Five-Flame Seven-Birds Fan again, channeling his mana into it.
The Five-Flame Seven-Birds Fan suddenly enlarged tenfold, with its seven feathers standing erect and gleaming with flowing light. Seven different bird calls sounded, sharp, deep, cheerful, or bloodthirsty; each call was exceptionally loud, piercing through the clouds, manifesting an unparalleled might that made the entire void tremble.
This was also Shen Luo's first time using the Five-Flame Seven-Birds Fan. A look of delighted surprise crossed his face before he fiercely fanned it towards Wu Luo.
As a result, the little mana left in his body was entirely drawn out, pouring into the Five-Flame Seven-Birds Fan like a breached dam, quickly draining a vast majority of it.
