Even if the noble dog-headed person were to take out a hand grenade from his clutches now and shout :
"Fire!"
Su Mo would not be as afraid as he is right now.
Handcrafted nuclear bomb? No! Handcrafted hand grenade?
Fire Style : Fireball Jutsu?
Magic?
The various filmworks, novels, anime, and countless of different cultures Sumo had experienced on Earth still did not allow him to take the magic of this monster in front of him seriously.
Seeing the noble dog-headed person point his staff, Su Mo could not care about anything else and quickly rolled behind a table to try to escape it.
The fireball flew very quickly!
Su Mo felt a spicy and fiery feeling rushing towards him while rolling, he knew his raincoat had a hole from being burnt now, and his ceramic armor was sure to be damaged as well.
