Youtiao struck a match beside him and tossed it onto the ground.
He had also heard the noise behind him, exchanged a glance with Wang Yunxiao, and discreetly poured the kerosene from his lamp onto the road.
Now, the match thrown down ignited a line of fire that shot out from beneath his feet, extending toward the darkness ahead, illuminating nearly twenty meters of space in an instant.
At the end of the firelight, one could vaguely see a few creatures resembling dogs, clearly startled by the blaze, they quickly retreated back into the darkness.
Eryang squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger, releasing a crossbow arrow, and an injured whine immediately came from ahead.
"Steady the shield, hold firm!"
Wang Yunxiao pressed down on Matuan's shoulders and said in a deep voice.
The lad's advantage is that he's obedient, but his drawback is that he likes to shout and scream, getting startled at every little thing.
