"Shen Fei, take this!"
Lear clenched the ball of mud in his hand and threw it at Shen Fei. Shen Fei nimbly bent his waist and dodged aside.
The dirty ball of mud brushed past his body and smashed into a tree in the distance.
Creak, creak...
The moment the ball of mud touched the withered tree trunk, white smoke immediately gushed out from the point of contact. The tall tree trunk also quickly melted into a pool of foul-smelling poisonous liquid under the effect of the mud.
Shen Fei glanced at the tree with trepidation. This time, he had to end the battle quickly!
"Flame Owl!" Shen Fei focused his mind and snapped his fingers.
The feathers of the scarlet bird burned like flames. It flapped its wings and flew into the air like an arrow. Golden sparks separated from the ends of its feathers and sprinkled onto the ground like a drizzle.
