The moment the lava hound body was slashed, it split into mini fireflies. Seeing this, Fei's pupil shrunk and he shouted "Brother Mo, now!"
Fei already knew about it, so he asked Mo Wen to get ready anytime for the last strike. As he planned, Mo Wen's hands were gripped on his sword, as his eyes were locked in dozens of those fireflies. But these fireflies were very fast. They were also made out of the fire, and it was hard to kill them instantly.
But Mo Wen wasn't an ordinary martial artist. He was a swordsman, his aim was always clean. His figure moved, but his hands were still gripped on his sword.
"Whoosh"
The moment he reached in front of the firefly, his sword was drawn. He moved again, but it seems he didn't move, his sword sheathed and unsheathed again, and another firefly fell.
