"What is this?!"
Wang, the Heavenly Master, felt his heart lurch at the sight of those few "Fire Dragons," a strong sense of crisis overwhelming him.
Yet at this moment, they had exhausted all their tactics, with no ace up their sleeve. Other than silently praying
for the combat prowess of the "Bloodthirsty Mosquitoes," they found themselves at a loss, continuing to flee on horseback.
"Where did this flamethrower come from? Could it be... they also hail from another Floating Mountain?"
"How could a small Qingshi Town possess such weaponry?"
"Someone's finally died, bitten to death by you all!" the other taoists cursed fiercely.
Clearly, the witless Bloodthirsty Mosquitoes were severely restrained by the massive flames. Although they had bitten a few people to death, they were no match for the Fire Dragons.
The mosquito army's momentum was gone.
"Retreat, let's quickly pull back to the town!"
"Stop looking, just retreat."
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