As soon as number four appeared, he removed the pipe from his mouth with his left hand without saying a word. He spread out his right palm and tilted the pipe. Most of the fiery red molten liquid inside poured out and flowed into his palm!
The old man's face showed a trace of pain, but his expression was still determined as he held the molten liquid and waved his arm-
With a 'boom', the flames suddenly burned and turned into a fireball. He threw it in the direction of the silver Wolf in the void. The fireball immediately flew towards the silver Wolf that was trapped in the storm and enveloped it with a' boom'!
As soon as the flame wrapped around the silver Wolf, it turned into a raging flame, burning with crackling sounds. In the blink of an eye, it had grown to three to four meters high, forming a sea of fire, making it difficult for the silver Wolf to break through.
