"Mumu!" (Ouch, ouch, ouch!)
The Flower Spirit felt as if its right leg had kicked an immovable mountain, the powerful recoil forcing it to bend its right leg, clutch it with both hands, and barely stand on one foot, its body jumping continuously.
Looking at the teary-eyed little fellow in front of him, David Jones shook his head helplessly.
Frankly, the Flower Spirit's close combat attacks were really quite feeble.
He had not bothered to defend or activate the Nine Dragons Purple Gold Armor; relying solely on the defenses of the Tyrant Dragon Body and the Golden Emperor Body was enough to easily block the Flower Spirit's toxic leaf blade.
It was so simple that David Jones wondered how on earth the Flower Spirit managed to survive on the dangerous, beast-infested island!
