Hearing Ah Yong alternating between crying out "God" and "Divine Weapon," Yang Xiao and Monk Ben Yin could only smile wryly and shake their heads.
Ah Yong piled up a heap of branches, and Yang Xiao took a lighter out of his backpack, pressing it to produce a flame, lighting the dry branches below, and soon after, a roaring campfire was blazing.
Ah Yong and Ah Chun stared at the lighter in Yang Xiao's hand, their eyes wide in astonishment. In their minds, the sacred Fire God was such a tiny thing?
With Ah Yong's knowledge, it was difficult for him to understand human technological civilization; he could only mystify it in his heart. Yang Xiao naturally did not bother to explain; otherwise, he would have to start from a far-off period for a simple thing, and Ah Yong might not understand.
Yang Xiao took out a twenty-meter-long giant lizard from the Space Ring and tossed it to the Giant Eagle, which began to tear it apart voraciously.
