Seeing that Joey had no intention of stepping forward, Beard and Medes stood still, waiting for his orders.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The warlock's staff had already hit the ground, and four hellfires appeared in front of him. However, judging from their size, they were only two heads taller than Joey, and their bodies had shrunk considerably. At this moment, he was already panting heavily.

That's it?

Joey stared wide-eyed at the four hellfires, suddenly feeling that these warlocks were rather pathetic. They had no novel tricks up their sleeves, just constantly changing the number and size of their creatures.

They've really run out of ideas!

Joey put the frost traps he had already made back into his pouch. He was unwilling to waste these good things on these useless hellfires. Even if these hellfires changed, they would only be more numerous, but their size would probably only be as tall as Big Beard.

Joey charged forward with his steel sword, and Beard and Medes followed immediately.

Seeing that Joey had stopped throwing traps, the warlock felt that his plan had succeeded.

However, after Joey chopped off the head of a Hellfire with a single sword stroke, his expression changed instantly. He realized that the Hellfire was no match for them at this point.

The warlock turned to flee, while Joey calmly sheathed his steel sword, took the Sea Shark Bow from behind him, and the bearded man and Medes tacitly stopped the other three Hellfires.

"call out!"

The arrow left the bowstring and pierced the back of the sorcerer's head, emerging from his right eye. The eyeball, the size of a ping-pong ball, slid out of its socket and hung at the corner of his eye, swaying incessantly.

"boom!"

The hellfire in front of Big Beard and Medes collapsed and disintegrated once again, turning into several white lights that flew towards the Shark Bow in Joey's hand.