However, Feng Wu only snorted and darted a glance at Little Phoenix.
Little Phoenix and Feng Wu could read each other's minds.
All it took was a look from Feng Wu.
Whoosh!
Little Phoenix flew as swift as an arrow at Wen Ling!
Whoosh —
Orange-red flames spurted out of its beak and headed straight for Wen Ling's back!
"Ahhh —"
Wen Ling was devoured by flames from behind!
The flames looked like devilish faces and made wicked giggling sounds.
"Ahh —"
Not only Wen Ling's back, but her hair was on fire as well.
"Help! Help! Princess Mu, help!!!"
Tears rolled down Wen Ling's face, but she couldn't make a sound because of the searing pain.
At that moment, she could smell death, and she was scared.
Copying Yao Hao, she rolled around in the snow. She cried and she pleaded… but nothing worked!
The fire seemed to have a life of its own, and wouldn't die no matter what.
