1243 Flames

The Flamewing God's entire body was rippling with flames, but its gaze was a bit distant, almost as though it hadn't completely woken up yet.

"Fuck off and don't bother me," the Flamewing God barked irritably. But then, its blurry gaze suddenly focused and narrowed as it glared intently at the Sithe Protector, Whitethaw, standing in front of Ji Ning. The scales on the creature's body seemed to stand up, and its gaze became filled with rage as it ground out the word: "SITHE!"

"Not good." Azurefiend paled as he hurriedly moved to stand in front of Ning as well.

"Be careful, Master!" Whitethaw had a solemn look on his face.