"What the hell are you?"
The Fire Spirit, being suppressed on the ground, could only keep on shrieking.
This was too ridiculous.
The Wood Spirit's deer face was almost deformed from being pressed to the ground by force.
Even the most miserable Earth Spirit didn't dare to cry for help anymore; every time it asked for help, it got beaten even harder.
"If you have the guts, let me bring out my true form to fight."
The Fire Spirit fully embodied the phrase "a stubborn duck's mouth," its duck bill quacking incessantly.
It felt it was at a disadvantage after all; their strength could only be best exerted in their true forms.
This strange spirit body was bullying them with this small advantage.
The Wood Spirit and Earth Spirit's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, if they could bring out their true forms, who would beat who was uncertain.
"The true form, huh? Think your true form can beat me, huh?"
