Time rewound slightly, and by the time Lu Ping'an was sprinting with all his might, he had already relayed the strategic objective internally.
"If my guess is correct, then our strategic target..."
On the nearly desperate battlefield, Lu Ping'an's gaze darted around, but he had already sent out the "information".
"...is to make it make a wish!"
The youth's seemingly slow movements, however, summoned countless flames.
The reckless "Little Flame" linked with him again, and in the current battlefield, where she would instantly lose her sanity upon entering combat, she would become Lu Ping'an's most useful weapon.
"Snap!"
With a flick of his fingers, searing flame spray burst forth from Lu Ping'an's hands, and fire crows and fire dragons simultaneously covered the battlefield.
Perhaps these flames were meaningless to the true nature within the fog, but they were useful to the "puppets" they controlled.
