The assistant looked at the Water Shield in Zhao Rong's hand and laughed. "Brother Zhao Rong, do you really think a tiny floral umbrella like that can withstand the fire spewed from the subterranean salamander's mouth?"
Miss Lili also felt the small umbrella was completely unreliable. "Brother Zhao Rong, if we want to block those flames, I think we need to be wearing the kind of fire-resistant suits that firefighters use..."
