A giant flame descended on the ground, killing dozens of Duskfang Shadowtails. Some even managed to jump out of the fire and began dismembering the silver-armored guards.
Sitting inside the pavilion made of flame, Master Popo couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance. "These wolves really have thick fur," he muttered while continuing to send flames toward the ground.
He was not using his full strength as it would be dangerous to his teammates if he did. His flames didn't know how to distinguish friend from foe, so he had to use them carefully to avoid harming his allies.
As explosions echoed from below, he couldn't help but watch the others fight.
With the help of the other Cultivation Schools, they were killing the Duskfang Shadowtails easily, and the monsters' numbers visibly dwindled.
A flash of darkness passed through the battlefield, killing at least fifty Duskfangs in one fell swoop.