Feng Tie Yuan smirked as he flapped his wings in the night sky. The scarred man snorted and took out dozens of bottles.
"Watch me wipe that smirk off your stupid face!"
He crushed the bottles with his fist, spilling a black liquid over the ground. It sizzled slightly and burned his already scarred hand.
The scarred man formed a hand seal with both hands, "Go!"
The black liquid formed tendrils that shot up towards Feng Tie Yuan like arrows. He dodge them easily, but the scarred man merely smirked and changed hand seals.
Feng Tie Yuan felt danger behind him and quickly dodge to the side. Several black tentacles shot past him and spat out bullets of black liquid. Feng Tie Yuan instinctively wanted to avoid the fluid and flapped his wings.
A powerful gust of wind sent the black fluid in the other direction while he himself tried to fly away. His job was done as the enemy won't be able to regroup for a while.
