章節 343: Deckard Cain

In the same way that Black Wind couldn't completely get rid of the treehead woodfist, the treehead woodfist couldn't really catch up with Black Wind. There was a little difference between the two's speed. Abel had to do something, so he drew a rune pattern with his blackfire magic staff.

"Inferno flame!" Abel whispered as he unleashed a streak of flame towards the treehead woodfist. The flame was dark red on its outer layer, with a bit of yellow in its center.

If the treehead woodfist was just as flexible as Black Wind, it should be able to dodge this flame relatively easily. Abel figured that it couldn't. It was not naturally born to be fast. It's one thing to be buffed with a speed-enhancing technique, but it's another thing to have good control of the speed that you have.