Seeing this, Ifrit's expression instantly darkened.
"How could a mere Slime possess such powerful strength?"
Ifrit wondered in confusion. In her impression, Slimes represented weakness, the first monster novice adventurers chose to kill. Since when could Slimes become this strong?
"Ari, mission accomplished."
Rimuru looked at the three Fire Spirits that had been reduced to nothing but ash and happily reported to Mo Li.
"Heh, your servants aren't much. They can't even compare to a Slime."
Mo Li mocked Ifrit.
Ifrit's face immediately turned black.
"You lowly Slime, I'll burn you to death."
Even the surrounding flames surged and boiled as though gasoline had been poured over them.
"Is that really necessary? Ari, look how petty she is. They were just three Fire Spirits. What a miser."
Rimuru complained to Ifrit.
Hearing Rimuru's words only made Ifrit even angrier.
Veins bulged across her body, and even her blood vessels swelled visibly.
"Ahhh! You two insects deserve to die!"
Ifrit immediately conjured eight identical clones, each radiating an extremely terrifying aura.
Once the clones appeared, Mo Li and Rimuru could not tell which one was the real Ifrit.
Every Ifrit conjured an enormous fireball. For a moment, the surrounding temperature rapidly rose, and even Mo Li and Rimuru began to feel the heat.
Holding the massive fireballs, Ifrit hurled them toward Mo Li and Rimuru.
The fireballs were extremely hot. If ordinary fireballs were one hundred degrees, then the fireballs released by Ifrit, a High-level Elf of fire, reached five hundred degrees—five times hotter than normal fireballs.
The fireballs shot toward Mo Li and Rimuru, tearing through the air. Due to their extreme heat, even the surrounding space distorted.
Before they even reached Mo Li and Rimuru, the temperature of the air around them had risen by dozens of degrees.
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