On Little Stone Island, two crimson fireballs soared into the air. The flames, like tendrils with a life of their own, twisted and writhed, unleashing a terrifying heat that decimated everything within them.
One could hear, within the flames, the short, piercing cries of two demon beasts.
In just a moment, the crimson flames subsided, and Qi Chan'Er saw two charred demon corpses fall to the ground with a thud. From their outlines, one could still tell they were Water Cloud Crocodiles, but now utterly lifeless, undeniably dead.
"Is this the frightening power of the Great Success Level Fireball Technique? It's no wonder it's a formidable method even in the Qi Refining Late Stage."
Gazing at the four Water Cloud Crocodiles that had recently pushed her to the brink, she saw two were taken down in an instant by the Fireball Technique, and Qi Chan'Er was filled with deep emotion.
She knew well that the Fireball Technique was quite effective against these Water Cloud Crocodiles.
