Lifgard clearly had little patience, the actions of this tiny human before it seemed more like a provocation in its eyes. With a flash of cold light in its pupils, it lowered its head and a mouthful of pitch-black dragon flame swept in this direction.
Fang Hong didn't think twice and turned to run, but he was still singed by the flames. He felt his back burning, imagining that his rear end must be on fire, and he rolled forward to avoid the first dragon flame, bearing the pain.
As the dragon flame swept over his head, he watched as the pitch-black flames hit a stone pillar, opening a large hole in it as if a branding iron pierced through melting ice. The pillar collapsed from the center, crashing to the ground with small stone debris flying at him, stinging his face.
