Godly System: From Fire to God

As Liliane spoke, she twisted the spear in her hands, and violent flames burst out from her body.    

At this moment, Blood Fang suddenly felt that as a warrior of the seventh step, he was so small.    

In his heart, he began to doubt whether it was the right decision to reject the Feathered Race's invitation or not.    

It was just that he didn't think about it for too long.    

Lillian, who had been standing ten meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him.    

Xue Ya's pupils constricted as he felt a sharp pain in his chest.    

He looked down and saw that Lillian's silver spear had pierced through his chest.    

"She …" When exactly did you move? "    

Bringing with him this question, Blood Fang slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and doubt.    

Lillian lightly pulled out her silver spear and wiped off the blood on Blood Fang's body.    

"Swift Fire Thrust. I can instantly reach within ten meters, but I'll be able to see the path of movement no matter how far away I am. It seems like I need to work hard to cultivate."    

Lillian muttered to herself as she spread her wings and flew into the air.    

The whole plain returned to its previous calm, leaving only the bodies of the werewolves on the ground, telling the story of the tragic battle …    

After three hours, a small group of werewolves arrived at the plains.    

They were all slender and light werewolf scouts who were responsible for investigating the situation on the battlefield and passing information to others.    

When they stepped onto this plain, they were all stunned.    

The soil on the plain had almost been dyed brown by the fresh blood, and lying on this plain were all the corpses of werewolf warriors.    

The deaths of thousands of people had stimulated the nerves of every single werewolf scout.    

"Heavens, how could this be?"    

A werewolf scout covered his mouth and whispered in disbelief.    

The werewolves knew that the foxes had moved, so they sent Blood Fang and his three thousand men to chase them down.    

And this werewolf scout team was here to investigate the situation of their battle.    

But he didn't expect that they would be completely annihilated.    

"This is …" The corpse of the Captain of the Blood Fang. "    

The werewolf scouts searched the plains for a while before finally finding the corpse of Bloodfang.    

"He was severely injured, and there are even traces of him being burned. The fatal wound on his chest is caused by a long spear, it looks like it was done by the feathered person."    

The other werewolf scout carefully analyzed.    

"Quick!" Quickly find out if there are any Feathered Race corpses on the battlefield!    

the scout captain shouted.    

The entire werewolf scout group immediately became busy. However, after searching the entire battlefield, they couldn't find a single Feathered Race corpse.    

"No?" Not a single one? You mean the battle-hardened Captain Blood Fang and his invincible army were actually annihilated by the enemy without any loss? "    

The captain was so angry that his entire body trembled.    

"A large number of bows and weapons were found on the ground, and half of the warriors' deaths were concentrated there, while the other half were scattered around. It looks like they were killed in the process of them failing to escape, while those arrows that fell to the ground were all broken, as if they had hit something incomparably hard. "    

The werewolf scout beside him lowered his head and analyzed the situation.    

"Retreat!" Go back and report the situation in detail to the Patriarch! "    

The captain pondered for a long time before looking at the tragic scene unwillingly. Then, he turned around and left.