The instant Zhang Yang and that beautiful fire spirit locked eyes, at least a hundred thoughts flashed through his mind. For example, he could invoke Zhao Xuanling's reputation, strike up a friendly conversation, or subdue this fire spirit or something.
But in the end, he still attacked without hesitation.
The Soul Force Field spread open in an instant, locking onto the fire spirit. A Fire Net Spell slammed down over its head, and then Zhang Yang turned and ran.
What a joke. He wasn't arrogant enough to fight on this fire spirit's home turf.
He would lure the fire spirit out first.
Zhang Yang ran like a thief, but the fire spirit was even faster. It shrieked in the flames and magma, spun around, and immediately sent a flaming tornado chasing after him.
When it came to controlling flames, that fire spirit could be his ancestor.
So Zhang Yang didn't even look back. He had only one word: Run!
"Whoosh!"
The flaming tornado swallowed him in the blink of an eye. Even with temporary fire resistance +59, Zhang Yang was instantly roasted until oil sizzled from him. If he hadn't desperately used the Soul Force Field to block the tornado as much as possible, he would probably have become a human-shaped roast.
His entire body was on fire. His hair, eyebrows, and body hair, along with his beast-hide clothes, were all burning. He looked like a man of fire as he fled madly outward.
By the time he escaped the flaming tornado's range, he could already smell roasted pig's trotters.
Yet Zhang Yang didn't make a sound. He simply ran with all his might.
Sure enough, when the flaming tornado failed to burn the little insect that had offended it to ashes, the fire spirit shrieked furiously again. Who knew