Caught off guard.
Meng Chuan clasped a mass of condensed thunder and fire molten liquid, not wasting words, and slapped it directly on the Firebird's face.
While executing the strike, he noticed that Liao Chen's speed was not slow either.
The vajra in his hand traced a black line, stabbing straight towards the astonished large eyes.
The Firebird intended to spread its wings and stand upright.
Unexpectedly, it didn't even have time to complete this action before the sudden attack smacked it in the face.
Ambushed, it immediately let out a sharp scream.
Its massive body staggered backward, its once outstretched wings instantly folded.
Golden feathers flared up in chaos, and sparks splattered like raindrops on the surrounding rock platform, causing plumes of scorched smoke to rise from the ground.
Heatwaves accompanied its struggle, continuously surging and spreading, the air filled with a pungent burnt smell.
