Greathorns spat another glob of purple-red phlegm, causing another clump of lava to vaporize. He put away his natal artifact as he clenched his jaws and murmured while staring in the direction the gust of wind had disappeared into, "They are always like this. When they have the upper hand, they keep growling and snapping at us, but when they see the situation becoming unfavorable, they run away with their tails between their legs. Why does this happen every time?"
Yao Ling was busy wearing back her absurdly long dress. She carefully smoothened every crease, and the dress swayed lightly as her gentle magic power ran across the surface like water while countless flowers embroidered on it fluttered as if they were alive.
