The sea of fire blazed intensely.
Combat Skill—Chill Streak Bird!
Zhao Ya's entire body gushed out fighting energy, which flowed like water, sending countless fighting energy chill birds flying.
The chill birds split into three groups: one circled around Zhao Ya as a protective measure, another attacked Bi Tong, and the last targeted Firebeard from a distance.
However, the fighting energy chill birds, which merely flew over the sea of fire, spontaneously combusted within a minute.
The chill birds turned into blazing torches, struggling in midair.
They transformed into firebirds, switching their direction of attack towards Zhao Ya, Bi Tong, and the rest of the Barbarians.
"How could this happen?!" Zhao Ya was profoundly shocked.
His fighting energy, once ignited, slipped totally from his control and turned into Firebeard's tool.
"My understanding of cold and freezing is completely crushed by him. Firebeard... this guy must be nearing godhood!"
