As soon as he emerged, Du You carefully unleashed a Mucus Swamp spell.
Looking at the thirty-meter radius, Du You was a bit frustrated: "This is the difference between spellcasters and mages. If I were a mage, I could control the range and reduce consumption. But a spellcaster's skills are so stable."
Du You had no choice; a spell was after all a fully coalesced and mature skill. Just like a shell, its power was fixed and could not be strengthened or weakened.
On the other hand, a mage was like a pile of bulk gunpowder. The more gunpowder used, the greater the power. The less used, the weaker the power.
At this moment, Du You began smearing the energy mucus on Xiaozi, who squirmed uncomfortably.
"Put this on, it will keep the bugs from biting. Stop squirming; we're going to need you to fight soon. Okay, after this, we'll go back and have a big feast, alright?" After all, the Thunderbirds were living creatures.