A football-sized flat fireball flapped its two wings and dragged a bright tail, tracing a graceful curve in the air, exemplifying true elegance.
"Boom!"
The fireball exploded upon hitting Du Huaiyuan, shattering the purple protective spirit light instantly. His entire body flew seven or eight zhang like a battered baseball.
When the fireball exploded, bright yellow flames scattered like a blooming flower, embodying the fusion of beauty and violence.
"Thud," Du Huaiyuan crisply smashed into the rocks, tumbling like a rolling gourd.
Li Lingyu sneaked a glance at Senior Brother Liu, thinking no wonder he chose a gentle mountainside for the spar.
If this place were rocky and rugged, Senior Brother Du would have been in real trouble.
Mu Qingwan covered her eyes with her hands, unable to watch, as Senior Brother Du's talent for magical combat was worse than both hers and Lingyu's.
Du Huaiyuan walked over, clutching his left cheek, and grimaced:
