The next second, the blazing flames smashed into the spacious stage like rain and fist-sized fireballs accurately bombarded Shen Yanxiao's body.
The elves surrounding Shen Yanxiao released blood-curdling screams as the scarlet flames burnt their gorgeous yet exquisite clothing while the boiling temperature roasted their fair skin.
The elves of the Qingyuan Tribe fell to the ground in pain and rolled on the ground as they wailed.
As the elves gasped, the flaming bird converged the scarlet flames and gradually transformed into a petite figure that slowly descended from the sky and steadily stood by Shen Yanxiao's side.
"A group of reckless idiots. She is not someone you can touch." There was no trace of the usual teasing and cuteness on Vermilion Bird's face. He clearly had a head full of red hair and a pair of scarlet eyes that were similar to flames, but it made all the elves feel a chill as if winter was approaching with a suffocating killing intent.
