Chapter 1450

Zhuang Ya was laughing heartily.

"Zhao Chi, my 'Seven-Opening Flowing Fire' is about to return to the martial world! Little wolves, watch Big Sister's fireballs! Hahahahaha!"

Zhuang Ya stretched both hands out flat.

Fireballs erupted from her palms one after another in an instant.

The fireballs came in an unbroken stream, nearly linking into a line.

Zhao Chi felt as if he were watching a flat-firing organ gun.

Two streams of fireballs blasted out densely, smashing a group of werewolves ahead to a halt and disrupting the pace of the entire werewolf army.

Quite a few were even sent flying.

Not only that, Zhuang Ya's five facial features were already filled with flames.

Fireballs kept shooting out nonstop from her ears, nose, eyes, and mouth.

Although Zhao Chi had seen her do this before, it still felt bizarre to him now.

Seven-Opening Flowing Fire…

How on earth did she come up with it?

If all the enemies were women, Zhao Chi suspected she would take off her pants and invent a "Nine-Opening Flowing Fire."

No…

It should be "Ten-Opening Flowing Fire."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Over a hundred fireballs, large and small, burst forth and slammed heavily into the werewolf horde.

Charging werewolves were smashed to a halt one after another.

Screams rang out one after another.

"Ow, my grass!"

"What the hell is this?"

"Pain pain pain, ow ow ow!"

"Awoo—"

"What's going on with these fireballs? Why do they hurt so much? Help me put out the fire!"

"Here it comes again, dodge quick!"

"Hot hot hot!"

"I'm going to burn to death!"

The brave and cruel werewolves—several hundred of them actually stopped in pain, clawing and scratching at themselves.

Iunai Jiehong was stunned.

He couldn't help slowing down and looking to the side.

What was going on?

They were just fireballs, yet they had blocked the advance of several hundred werewolf warriors? And quite a few of them were Gao Jie warriors.

The entire charging formation was thrown into disarray as a result.

Anger rose in him: "What the hell are you screaming about? A bunch of useless trash! Shut your mouths and keep charging for me!"

"Boss, those fireballs are really Xie Sect, can't touch them."

"Xie Sect your mother, charge for me, or I'll chop off one of your legs in a minute!"

"Boss, dodge quick, don't you believe me, my claws just went numb from the pain."

Iunai Jiehong snarled: "Get lost, you useless piece of trash, watch me smash these flames apart!"

A huge fireball came flying. Iunai Jiehong roared and slammed his giant claw down.

Boom!

The fireball was smashed apart in one strike.

Truly effortless.

Such ease actually caught him a little off guard.

He was even amused into laughing through his anger: "Motherfucker, you see that? What's the big deal? You useless trash are still screaming… Huh? Huh huh huh! My grass! Why does it hurt so much? My claws!! Ow ow ow—!"

The surrounding wolves fell silent.

They ran in silence.

Iunai Jiehong endured the pain and said bitterly: "It's fine, it's just pain, but the damage is still ordinary. Keep charging for me, tear those female soldiers apart!"

Boom! Boom boom!

Several muffled explosions rang out by his ears.

A smell of blood appeared.

Three werewolves were blasted apart by fireballs!

Zhuang Ya laughed: "Haha! Zhao Chi, did you see that? Those werewolves exploded!"

Zhao Chi said joyfully: "I saw it, well done, keep blasting them!"

"Of course, watch me!"

Zhuang Ya kept drawing in the flames around her, and the rain of fireballs kept flying out.

The flames around her ebbed and flowed—never too much, never too little—just enough to keep up with her consumption.

Zhao Chi was also closely observing the front.

A few fireballs hitting werewolves in succession could actually blast them apart on the spot?

Back then, he had to slash and stab desperately just to take one down.

These werewolves don't seem as tough as he'd imagined.

Maybe the werewolves back at Yanping were just a higher level?

And these ones are only ordinary werewolves?

That's good, then.

It seemed Iaiuchi Nakahiro's combat power of over 7,800 was accurate—this number could be used as a reliable reference.

Zhao Chi felt a little easier in his heart.

But Iaiuchi Nakahiro's heart tightened.

The power of these fireballs seemed far stronger than expected.

This time he began shouting on his own initiative: "Everyone dodge the fireballs! These fireballs are strong—don't touch them!"

The wolf pack was silent.

They had already started doing exactly that.

As for those who got hit—it wasn't that they didn't want to dodge, but that they couldn't.

The fireballs really came down like rain.

Big and small, falling without stop.

Watching helplessly, Iaiuchi Nakahiro saw a werewolf get hit by three consecutive fireballs and sent hovering in midair.

Then it was blasted even higher, and directly blown apart into wolf fur filling the sky.

Then came the next one.

And another…

What the hell…

Is this the level something with over 1,100 combat power should have?

Even just that giant self-immolating woman alone shouldn't only have 1,114 combat power, right?

Iaiuchi Nakahiro's wolf eyes went wide: "Spread out, don't bunch up! There's only two hundred meters left—tear those bitches apart!"

"Aaoo—!"

"Tear them apart!"

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Although several dozen werewolves had been blown apart, and several hundred were howling in pain from the hits, the werewolves' numbers were simply too great.

Another 4,000 werewolves came charging in a dark mass.

The distance was already very close.

Zhuang Ya shouted loudly: "Everyone, fire all your spiritual power!"