Zhu'erchi saw a hopeful gaze directed at him.
The burly man, who was tearing into his beef and gobbling it down, couldn't help but startle.
But, in the end, he just shook his head vigorously, his face full of dread as he muttered, "Don't look at me!"
"That little kid can breathe fire!"
"Just now, if it weren't for my iron shoes that allowed me to run fast, I would have been scorched already!"
Hearing the burly man's words, the other generals also nodded repeatedly, echoing in low voices, "Exactly! Exactly!"
"General, it's not that we are afraid of death! It's just that the flames of that little kid are too tyrannical."
"Even the thickest armor cannot withstand it."
"That's right! Hu Lie was wearing chainmail, but what of it? Wasn't he still turned into ash by a burst of flames?"
"Demon Art! That kid knows Demon Art!"
"I think we should ask the Royal Court for reinforcements! As long as the Wolf Lord sends a sacrificer, we will definitely be victorious!"
