Huge black fireballs split into several fiery branches, and Bar slipped into one of the massive flames, accompanied by countless fiery impacts, landing near Qiuye.
He reached behind him and drew a black sharp blade, taking advantage of the smoke and slashing at the nearby Qiuye.
Who knew, this time Bar was swinging at empty air, the black blade effortlessly slicing through Qiuye's body.
Qiuye left behind a shadow remnant, swiftly traversing amid the explosive barrage of fireballs.
The gust of wind accompanied her, clearing a path through the dense smoke.
Qiuye didn't change her strategy; although she couldn't help, she absolutely didn't want to be a burden to Yang Yu and the others.
Bar didn't give up; only by tightly controlling the lives of Qiuye and Lotcar did he have enough leverage to "negotiate" with Yang Yu and the others.
The black figure carved a strange trajectory on the ground; Bar relentlessly pursued Qiuye.
