"Oh dear, you've found out? What a shame... A person of your talent, you should see the way the wind is blowing clearly."
Li Lin shrugged his shoulders, his narrow eyes unfurling and his sneer announcing his execution fell from above.
"This time, there won't be a miss."
As soon as the words of apology for the inconvenience he had caused fell, an inflating fireball exploded from the tip of his wing. In an instant, a high-temperature gas capable of melting metal engulfed the abnormal figure and his visage, and a strong blast wave rivaling the explosion of a metal hydrogen missile flipped and blew away several unsuspecting warriors on the ground.
"And I, will never miss my target either."
The icy declaration, akin to sprinkling frost, echoed in the hot wind. Iris—no, the Flame Burial Witch spoke in a flat tone devoid of intonation, causing her comrades who recalled their past combat experiences to break out in cold sweat.
