"Three heavenly fire mutant beasts, just enough for one each."
Shangguan Yi drew her sword and took a step forward expressionlessly.
An Lin nodded. "Mo Hai and I haven't obtained high-grade projections of the Vermillion Bird Flame Wing yet, so this really is a fortunate stroke of luck…"
A fortunate stroke of luck? Mo Hai's face convulsed.
None of the three heavenly fire mutant beasts before them were especially large in stature; all of them were only around ten feet, but their auras were suffocatingly powerful.
There was a humanoid tiger holding a black club with a pair of flame wings sprouting from its back, a six-winged flame bird with blue flames all over its body, and a humanoid wolf with white scales all over its body.
The heavenly flame mutant beasts didn't charge into battle straight away. Instead, they stood on the sideline with scornful expressions and conversed among themselves.
