The sky-burning Vermilion Bird

The six fireballs that flew over were fast and accurate. It was obvious that they were not the work of ordinary Summoners.

The fireballs instantly evaporated the raindrops in the air, leaving six arrow-like white lines in the air.

However, this time, Xia ping 'an did not have to do anything.

Long Chao, who had been following Xia Pingan, did not say a word. He took a step forward and raised his hand. The raindrops in the sky suddenly turned into a huge net, which flew toward the six fireballs. When the fireballs were less than ten meters away from Xia Pingan and the others, they were caught.

BOOM!

The fireball exploded in the water net and disappeared with it, leaving only a large amount of steaming mist. When the mist met the cold, it turned into water droplets in the blink of an eye and fell to the ground with the rain.

Dozens of the Huang residence's guards had already rushed over and blocked Xia ping 'an and the others, surrounding them.