So, while Wu Xiong and Zhang Di were discussing their battle plan, Lin Li bolted toward Fang Jingtang.
"Guard Wu, he's coming! Quick, help me! Stop him!" Fang Jingtang cried out in alarm, terrified beyond measure as he saw the fearsome masked assailant charging at him.
"Go," Zhang Di commanded with a wave of his hand. The two finger-thick black chains encircling his body instantly shot out, flying straight for Lin Li.
SWOOSH.
SWOOSH.
'This again? Is it ever going to end?' Lin Li thought, hearing the sound of something slicing through the air beside him. He glanced over, his face showing clear annoyance.
FWOOM.
He raised his left hand and pointed his index finger. Spiritual Light blossomed at its tip. In an instant, a small flame materialized from thin air and rapidly swelled into a Fireball the size of a millstone.
SWOOSH.
With a mere thought from Lin Li, the newly formed, millstone-sized Fireball shot out, hurtling toward Zhang Di.
