An Yiqing secretly complained in her heart, her attention caught by the blue flames spewed by Fatty Mao Er.
Back in Jinyin City, it could only puff out small orange-red fireballs, but now, in less than half a year, how could it have progressed so much?
An Yiqing forgot that the time ratio between the Ancient Space and the outside world was different. For the outside, half a year had passed, but who knows how many years had passed in the Ancient Space. Fatty Mao Er had nothing to do every day but practice spitting fire in the space. With decades or even a hundred years of practice, how could it not progress rapidly?
The cool blue mixed with a hint of orange-red; the flame of Fatty Mao Er was definitely not something Horne's ordinary flames could compare to. The blue flames quickly engulfed the fireball Horne had thrown and then swiftly charged towards Horne and his group.
Startled, they quickly turned and fled.
