C1111 Imprisonment

Lin Yaoyang spotted the wooden bed not far behind the Titled Fighters, the very one he had located earlier. With a cold laugh, he surged toward the bed, the wind at his heels.

His hands were busy too, hurling a fireball at the flower above his head.

It ignited instantly.

Then something eerie occurred. As soon as Lin Yaoyang's fireball made contact with the flower