A palm mixed with ice stones, carrying along a fierce gale, struck down heavily.
The Fire Phoenix Pheasant seized the opportunity, its eyes swirling with firelight, and spat out a burst of explosive flames.
Boom!
The rolling firelight exploded at the joint of that arm.
The arm that was under attack paused slightly, and the Fire Phoenix Pheasant took the chance to fly through the gap and soar into the sky.
"Snap!"
Dragging its tail feathers, the Fire Phoenix Pheasant sketched a semicircle.
Flapping its wings, it looked down from its commanding height at the arm below.
Zhao Li's expression was solemn, and after the smoke had cleared, he saw that there was not a single mark left at the joint of the arm.
Facing what was clearly a higher-order mutant creature, he felt a surge of powerlessness.
Soldiers and ordinary Combat Training Masters were different; in combat, they focused more on team coordination.
