Mo Wang threw something in Thien Huo's direction. It was a prism ball. The ball opened halfway. As it did, the blood that gushed out of Thien Huo's wound flew toward it. The blood entered a tiny dot at the center of the opened ball. The dot was like a black hole. No matter how much blood it absorbed, it didn't change its size.
"Vile humans!!!" Thien Huo exclaimed in rage. The scales around his body shone with bright red light. The ground underneath him burst into flames.
The red light was particularly bright in his chest, right under his long neck. This intense light travelled from that chest up into his throat and all the way to his head. When the light entered his head, he opened his jaws.
"Periisshhh…!!!"
A searing hot beam of condensed flames poured out of his mouth. This flaming beam rushed toward Mo Wang.
