Crunch!
The little skeleton's frame was once again flattened by the soul fire.
Master Miaoyin shook her head repeatedly beside him, looking at the little skeleton with a sense of frustration.
"Why do you just eat but not grow, you little thing? Maybe you weren't used to it initially, but you've consumed so much; how can you still be knocked down?"
The little skeleton lay scattered, its tiny skull filled to the brim with a vibrant green soul fire, pushing the weak, pale soul fire into a corner, almost taking over entirely.
Zhao Yi twitched at the corner of his mouth as he watched the collapse of a mammoth-like skeleton warrior in the distance.
Master Miaoyin was surely up to no good, deliberately teasing this little skeleton.
Can the soul fire of a mammoth skeleton compare to that of a lizard?
It's a wonder it didn't crush the little skeleton to death.
However, Master Miaoyin had a point.
