"Lady, this has nothing to do with us. The four of us had no idea. It was all that kid's doing!"
When Creamy Youngster swept his icy gaze over these four players, they trembled with fear, quickly clarifying their stance and putting away their weapons.
The death of this player, Little Willow, didn't surprise them, not at all; the words 'served him right' were well-deserved. Of all people to provoke, he had to mess with Spilt Water Can't Be Regained. It was his own bad luck!
"Scram!"
Creamy Youngster's eyes filled with murderous intent, he shouted coldly, the Firebird even circling overhead, its fiery temperature turning the sand beneath to a dark red color.
The group scrammed, forgetting all about their leveling haven, and before long, they disappeared without a trace.
"Overturning Water, are you okay?"
Creamy Youngster dissipated the fire element surrounding him and looked at Su Ran, who was sealed, a deep concern in his eyes.
