Gu Ran's eyes held no surprise. If such simple methods could harm his opponent, it wouldn't live up to the reputation of a Second-Order Creature.
His palm waved lightly again.
A second, third... a continuous rain of five scorching fireballs plummeted down in quick succession, as he now seemed to transform into a fire-aligned caster, bombarding the enemy with an endless barrage of spells just to irritate them.
Though irritating it might have been, the effect was genuinely impressive. Under the indiscriminate coverage of the countless scorching fireballs, even the chief of the Wolf Barbarian Tribe, no matter how fast his escape, could only obediently take the hits.
Minutes passed, and at Gu Ran's side, the scorching fireballs were still densely packed, seemingly undiminished. Within the Vermilion Bird Fire Domain, he had a constant supply of flame energy. In theory, he could endlessly conjure these fireballs originating from Purgatory Devil Flame.
