"Roar!"
The flaming Buddha and flying dragon figures were instantly extinguished by Ming Di's powerful roar.
At the same time, the two youths, who had merged into their flaming figures, plummeted straight down into the ground.
Blood spurted out of their mouths at the moment of impact. Before they could even try to struggle to get up, a massive black shadow suddenly appeared before them.
"AHHH!"
Terrible shrieks resonated across the otherwise silent battlefield.
Ming Di had driven two sharp claws into their abdomens and pinned them to the ground. Fresh blood poured out of their wounds and dyed the earth beneath them a deep red.
"Punks, you two have provoked the wrong people." Ming Di gazed down imperiously at the two youths. It was as though he was looking down at two tiny ants.
