In an instant, scarlet flames filled the sky.
Braving the heat, Yang Yu maneuvered and dodged Ammonval's attacks on the golden glass.
Ammonval roared and howled, swinging his weapon fiercely with an imposing aura, but rarely hit Yang Yu.
Although Ammonval could also fly, he was not adept at aerial combat.
However, sometimes one must display their weaknesses and appear helpless to conceal their true intentions.
The flames that filled the sky turned into a fiery rain, drizzling down.
A distinct flame hid within a cluster of flames, quietly veering away from the center of Yang Yu and Ammonval's battle.
Yang Yu found a flaw in Ammonval's attack, swiftly plunging the sharp sword blade into Ammonval's chest.
Ammonval vanished into shadows, and Yang Yu's sword blade pierced through the roaring flames, striking empty air.
Ammonval once again used the skill of the short spear, swapping places with the ghost fire!
