"Hey, look at Little Ninth!" Qin Xueling pointed at Beiting Huang as if she had discovered a new continent. A faint circle of red surrounded her body, protecting her. Even light could not penetrate it. The space seemed to be a little distorted. Dead leaves were swept up and swallowed by the red light.
"That's… fire? What kind of fire is so domineering? Could it be heavenly fire?" Xuanyuan Po wanted to cry but had no tears. Did this guy have to hit people so hard? Even if he had heavenly fire, he shouldn't use it like this! The heavens deliberately sent this guy down to attack them, right? This meant that his natal magical beast was a divine fire-element magical beast.
