Patty was circling in mid-air, her wing-like wind membrane shimmering faintly under the sunlight.
Her flight path appeared random, but she was actually weaving an invisible web of wind in the sky.
"Begin!"
Salamanda's command sounded like a thunderclap.
The three of them launched their attack simultaneously, and their coordination was even more seamless compared to yesterday.
Edwin was no longer just launching a frontal assault; instead, he adopted a guerrilla strategy.
His figure moved swiftly through the lava maze, sometimes shooting lava bullets from the left side, and sometimes releasing flame surges from the right.
Every interval between his attacks was perfectly timed, giving Ron no chance to catch his breath.
Laku was creating continuously changing sand traps on the ground.
The originally flat training ground turned into a treacherous sand sea maze, where every step could lead into a swirling quicksand vortex.
