The beautiful woman was about to speak.
Suddenly, her expression changed drastically.
Three rapidly spinning, eerie blue fireballs had appeared out of thin air, hovering silently just four inches from her face.
SIZZLE~
A tiny tongue of flame leaped out, just barely grazing the woman's eyebrow.
Cold sweat instantly beaded on her temples and slid down her cheeks.
"W-Wait!"
The woman opened her mouth, her voice coming out hoarse.
ARF!
Frost Jade darted in front of the woman, its pink eyes glaring fiercely at her. Beside it, three more spinning fireballs materialized.
Behind them, Han Ning slowly closed the distance. His expression was cold, one hand held out with fingers splayed. "Who are you?" he asked.
The fireballs hovering before the woman hadn't been cast by Frost Jade. Han Ning had used his Tier Two Beastmaster ability to "borrow" its power.
Having been a Soul Beast for less than a day, Frost Jade lacked the precise control to use its Soul Techniques effectively.
