Water Day said with extreme confusion.
"It should be the Twenty-Eight Constellations who have acted."
"The Twenty-Eight Constellations killed my teacher, now I will sever their fair heads, to offer them as a tribute to my teacher."
"But my clay bombs need some time to activate."
Earth Day picked up his magic staff and heavily stomped it onto the ground.
The ground quietly shook, and a large number of small spiders made of clay emerged from the earth.
They formed a tide, rushing towards the Flame Ghosts.
Earth Day seemed to have underestimated the heat resistance of his spiders.
The scorching temperature swept in; before they even touched the Flame Ghosts, the spiders exploded one by one.
Instead, a part of the black zombie army was blown skyward.
"Earth Day, can you manage or not, if not don't cause me more trouble."
Water Day looked at the well-cultivated black zombies, many shattered by explosions, showing a trace of anger in his eyes.
