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Mo Luo looked at Yuan Feiyu and nodded, "If the Principal punishes her, of course I'll still help her."

This was because Devil Realm hadn't become as treacherous and cunning as the mother planet's humans, so the majority of what was said could still be trusted.

Yuan Feiyu turned in another direction, facing an empty area with no one around, and struck out with her delicate palm. He lightly shouted: "fireball arts."

Boom … Although everyone knew what would happen, the appearance of the huge, hot, mountain-like fireball was still extremely surprising.

In particular, that fireball was rapidly burning, and after it passed, it became pitch black. Everyone could only watch as that enormous volcano rolled forward in a majestic manner, and with an unprecedented carefree attitude, it gallantly rushed forward, burning all the way until it reached the end of the world.

No one would have thought that this time it would burn so much bigger than last time.

Furthermore, not only was the previous fireball arts blocked by the Ice Snow Demon Battle Scroll, there were also five Demon Fighter experts who had joined hands to resist it.

There was nothing to be done now. If the grass came into contact with a fire, it would be a mess.

Looking at the volcano, which looked like a meteor streaking towards a wolf, Yuan Feiyu was dumbstruck. In the future, he could not use this move to start a fire in the wild.

Mo Ruo came back to his senses and chased after the volcano. As he crazily chased, he casted Ice and Snow Magic, trying to extinguish the fire ball. Otherwise, with the help of the wind and grass, he could probably burn the entire Spring Plain.

The others came to their senses and began to unleash their own magical tactics in an attempt to control the fire.

The Xue Mei stood by Yuan Feiyu's side and did not leave for a while. She and Yuan Feiyu were the calmest two people here since they did not even care about the fire. Even if Yuan Feiyu was anxious, there was nothing that could be done. The Xue Mei felt that nothing was as important as Yuan Feiyu's safety. Besides, Monet had already promised, so it would be Mo Ruo who would be responsible for burning more. Of course, she wasn't in a hurry. The promise of the Devil Battle King of the eighth step was worth two dollars.

At this moment, all the females in the academy ran over to see what was going on.

Each female used a magical equipment and struggled to stand in the front line of fire resistance. Blue, green, white, purple, and yellow flashed across the sky.

A huge yellow shadow appeared in the distance. It was Dean Di Qingya. She was wearing a long hair that was tied up in a bun. She nimbly cast all kinds of large-scale recovery and healing skills at Huo Huo Yan's hands. Soon after, she controlled the fire.

Extending out her slender fingers, she grabbed towards Yuan Feiyu's neck. She had to strangle this stupid and ignorant female to death today, don't you know how much effort it would take to obtain such a beautiful Na Ling Space? She had dedicated her life to this beautiful land, and inviting these elegant females in was only to satisfy the need for her important people to share this beautiful scenery, not to set the idiot on fire.

The Xue Mei's ice and snow defensive barrier quickly opened, releasing the icy blue transparent barrier that emitted a faint crystalline luster.

Di Qingya smirked coldly. "Beads of rice also shine." He waved his hand. He took out a black longsword from his Spatial Ring. The moment the sword appeared, it gave off a chilling feeling, as if it had come from hell. It caused the people around him to feel somewhat breathless. With a twist of her slender fingers, the long sword hacked down from above. "Break for me!