The man in yellow growled low, his left foot stomping the ground again. Instantly, a rock, like a small mountain, heaved up from the ground, blocking the path of Dark Moon Flame.
With a light 'whoosh', the surface of the large rock facing Ji Dong turned black in an instant. Even though it was rock, it still began to burn dramatically in the intense adhesive Ding Si Nether Yin Spirit Fire. This huge rock obstructed the sight of both parties.
Ji Dong's right hand suddenly became nimble, bottle after bottle was chucked out in quick succession. With his expertise in cocktail making, his wrist was very powerful, and his control of the force was so delicate that even though the bottles thrown out were of different sizes and shapes, he had them all under his control.