"Fiery Flame Giant Python—!"
A massive python, seemingly formed from magma, shot out from Wang Liang's palm, twisting its body in the air, its mouth exaggeratedly wide open, and surged forward, ready to swallow the vine net where Li Xing was hidden.
Just when Wang Liang thought victory was within his grasp, a clear shout sounded.
"Three Thousand Lotus."
A chubby, bud-like fireball, with an incredibly springy posture, squeezed out from the vine net with a "duang" and charged straight at the Fire Python.
The crowd watched in astonishment as the chubby fireball swelled with the wind, growing dozens of times larger in an instant, making the robust Fire Python look as insignificant as a worm.
"Damn!" As a fellow Fire Elemental Spirit martial master, Wang Liang was all too familiar with the scorching aura emanating from Three Thousand Lotus.
