The large-bodied Tongue Licker was now hanging in mid-air with both feet off the ground. Besides falling downward, it couldn't move in any other direction, and if Yaobao could launch a fast enough attack, it was practically a sitting duck.
Unfortunately, considering the distance between them, Yaobao wouldn't be able to land a hit on Tongue Licker still descending from the air with such attack speed.
It should target the spot where the fireball had hit, which was also where Tongue Licker was expected to land.
Having analyzed the situation in front of her, Qiao Sang was about to speak up.
Who would have thought, just at the moment she finished her analysis, Yaobao seemed to sense her thoughts, and with one open mouth, a basketball-sized Spark was launched toward the spot she had pictured in her mind.
Right as Tongue Licker touched down, its injured footpad made intimate contact with the ground still hot and littered with embers, and it valiantly endured without making a sound.
