The Fat Ball Flying Fish was killed by Lan Zao with a single slash, fortunately, it hadn't managed to self-destruct.
Zhenjin felt a tremor in his heart, curious about how Lan Zao had discerned the position of the Fat Ball Flying Fish.
"Sir!" Zi Di's voice came from inside a nearby tent.
From another palm tent, Bai Ya and Cang Xu stuck their heads out.
It turned out they had all been hiding inside the tents.
Even if ordinary fish spines were shot out, they would be blocked by the layered palm leaves.
Seeing them safe and sound, Zhenjin's heart lightened.
He focused his gaze towards the center of the camp and saw Lan Zao wounded, with several fish spines sticking into his body.
"He was hit by fish spines and hasn't died from poison?" Zhenjin wondered.
He pulled out a dart from his chest and secretly speculated, "This means the deadly poison is relatively mild on the human body. Is the poison more targeted toward lizards?"
