With a puff, a disc of pure black fire suddenly appeared one meter in front of him, colliding directly with the incoming silver deer.
The silver deer, composed of smoky mist, crumbled upon contact with the Black Fire Disc like tofu hitting a stone, instantly adhering fiercely and almost completely melting into puddles of silvery liquid.
"Flame Dao Intent? Interesting!" Tong Wang's eyes lit up, buzzing with excitement. He waved his hand again.
A small white flag was tossed by him, tumbling a few times before settling in mid-air, bursting into beams of white light, with a small character clearly appearing on the flag.
"Little, little, little!" Tong Wang called out to Lin Xin three times in quick succession.
Suddenly, Lin Xin felt his body becoming smaller and shorter.
"What is this?" It was the first time he encountered such Daoist intent; looking around, everything seemed gigantic—obviously, he was the only one who had shrunk.
