Chasing After the Commander-level Beast!

The Giant Lizards gathered from all directions, led by the Tyrant Lizards. Meanwhile, their highest commander, the Razortail Drake, was standing on top of a ruined shopping mall. Most of the structure had eroded away, and it could barely hold the weight of the Razortail Drake, certain parts of it already beginning to collapse.

Mo Fan's gaze at the Razortail Drake across an ocean of Giant Lizards and a ravaged street that used to be the liveliest section in the city was full of provocation.

It was obvious that the Razortail Drake had thick skin, but it was still fairly lively after swallowing the giant fireball. Was its stomach made of steel? No wonder it was bold enough to swallow everything!

That being said, it was rather naive trying to use its troops of Giant Lizards to buy some time!

"Vanishing Wolf Shadow!"

As he spread his arms, the Soul Shadow behind him began to contort as several Shadow Wolves jumped out the giant shadow.