Hearing Wang Jiao’s words, Ibn took a few leaping steps back, withdrawing from the area swarmed by Hummingbirds. He then drew his long blade across the ground, carving a wall of fire that blocked the flock on the other side.
Sheathing his blade, Ibn cast a faint, disdainful glance at them. "Useless lot."
"Yes, yes, we're useless. Big brother, you take a rest; we'll handle the fighting." Wang Jiao didn't get angry at all. Watching Ibn—who looked only eight or nine years old—fight for so long without his expression changing in the slightest, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.
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