The Secret to Picking Up Girls

But how could Zhang Yize let them get away so easily?

He continued to make hand gestures. The longer the Lightning Summoning was condensed, the greater its power.

"Elder, I don't know why, but I always sense a danger. That kid is so cunning. I think we should leave the forest first," said the person whose voice sounded very familiar to Zhang Yize.

"Damn, he's really cunning. You could even sense that," Zhang Yize cursed inwardly.

If these two hadn't come in, it would have been really difficult for Zhang Yize to deal with their combined attack.

Zhang Yize was now hesitating about which one to deal with first, but he quickly made a decision. He would deal with the one whose voice sounded older first. Relatively speaking, this person posed a greater threat to Zhang Yize. Especially the blue flames he had controlled earlier. Not only was the power of the flames very great, but the level of skill in controlling them also made Zhang Yize feel a great threat.

"Damn it, I'll take you out first," Zhang Yize thought viciously.

The elder heard this, glared at the person beside him, and said, "Envoy, the leader asked us to kill that kid. This mission hasn't been completed yet, so how can we retreat? What if that kid runs away?"

The Fire Worship Cult's envoy heard this, nodded, and said to the elder, "Elder, you are right."

Zhang Yize's hands were still forming mysterious hand seals, but he was gradually finding it difficult. It seemed that the energy had gathered to a certain level.

Seeing the elder reach a place about tens of meters away from him, Zhang Yize's eyes lit up, and he said coldly, "Go to hell!"

With a "Boom!", a deafening thunderclap sounded in the sky. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down towards that person.

The white-clothed elder watched as a bolt of lightning struck him for no reason. He was about to dodge, but he felt that the lightning had already locked onto him. There was no way to dodge it.

The Fire Worship Cult's elder: "…"

His face instantly turned pale, and the blue flames flew out of his hand, colliding head-on with the lightning coming from the air.

With a "Boom!", the two terrifying energies collided in mid-air.

With a "Thump!", Zhang Yize jumped down from the tree. Looking at the masked man of the Fire Worship Cult on the ground, he had now become a pile of charcoal. Although the mask on his face was gone, he was so black that even his mother probably wouldn't recognize his original appearance.