"Is it ready?" Qin Ziwen asked.
"It's ready. I've already spread the gasoline," Du Yu nodded.
With that, he took two steps forward and pulled out a long arrow. He lit its cloth-wrapped, alcohol-soaked tip, then aimed into the distance.
The bowstring vibrated. The flaming arrow streaked across the sky like a crimson ray, landing in the tall grass. A wall of fire erupted instantly. Orange-red tongues of flame followed the trail of gasoline, bursting into a ring of fire that encircled the Duck-billed Dragons.
The Duck-billed Dragon herd let out low, long calls.
A few young dragons retreated in a panic, hiding under the bellies of the adults.
The Tyrannosaurs's head jerked back. Its amber-colored vertical pupils narrowed into a slit. It squinted at the flames before it and slowly backed away.
In the sky, a long, thin stream of gasoline drew an arc, precisely splashing over the back of the Duck-billed Dragon leader.
