Facing the arrogant and conceited Ye Xunhuan, Antonio immediately snorted coldly and fiercely reached for the flames around him with both hands.
The next moment, a strange force suddenly emerged.
As Antonio grasped, he indeed caught the flames in his hands. The flames began to leap within the palm of his hands, not only appearing very eerie but also making Antonio seem like a deity, a deity in charge of the flames!
"Fireball technique, go!"
As he spoke, Antonio tossed the leaping fireball from his hand towards Ye Xunhuan.
Once thrown, the fireball rolled and grew like a snowball, becoming even more ferocious. It swept up all the flames in its path.
Ye Xunhuan's expression slowly turned grave upon witnessing this eerie scene.
He could clearly feel how terrifying Antonio's attack was and the immense power of the flames.
As the growing fireball was about to crush Ye Xunhuan, he rapidly slashed out with his blade, which was emitting bursts of cold light!
"Swish!"
