Risking Death, the Might of the Ancestor

Just when I was brimming with confidence, certain that I could hurt the Three-legged Golden Crow, something bizarre happened.

The enormous Three-legged Golden Crow suddenly shrank until it was the size of a sparrow. My attack naturally missed. It nimbly flipped and darted through the air, letting out smug cries as though mocking me.

I was a little angry, but what could I do? With the target suddenly becoming so small, shooting it became much harder. I had never received professional training, so my marksmanship was obviously nothing to brag about.

Ying Gou was also struggling to deal with it.

Although the Three-legged Golden Crow had shrunk, the flames it spat out had not. They were still genuine Samadhi True Fire.

This was downright bizarre.

What now?

Ying Gou suddenly roared, "Kill!"

He leaped into the air, completely ignoring the flames spewed by the Three-legged Golden Crow. It was as though he had made up his mind to take down that stupid bird no matter what.

Just as the flames were about to strike Ying Gou, I rushed forward in desperation and rammed him aside. The flames hit my right shoulder instead.

Yet I did not feel anything unusual. I stared at my right shoulder in surprise and saw that the flames had actually gone out.

What the hell? Was that really Samadhi True Fire? Feeling speechless, I looked at Ying Gou beside me.

He was somewhat angry. "What are you doing?"

I said, "No matter what, this isn't the time to risk our lives yet. We've only just begun, and you already plan on fighting to the death. How are we supposed to continue down the road ahead?"

My words made him pause. Then he looked at my shoulder. "How did that happen?"

I shook my head. I did