C39 Left with No Choice

Feng Yimo's face drained of color in sheer terror. Before him was a demonic beast capable of casting spells, likely a second-level creature. He swiftly spun out of the way as a fireball crashed to the earth, exploding with a thunderous roar and blasting a crater ten feet across. The close call left him utterly shaken; had the fireball struck him, he would have stood no chance of survival