[Evil Wing] had already locked its cruel gaze on the still figure below.
Its somewhat intelligent brain understood that if it could kill that person, there would be an extra feast for dinner today.
Its master would definitely prepare a sumptuous and delicious feast of Green Light Stone for it!
Thinking of this, hot saliva dripped from the immense metallic maw of [Evil Wing].
With a deafening roar, the twenty-meter-long Mechanical Dragon spread its fangs wide, fire flickering in its throat.
It could hardly resist spitting fire.
Whenever it got excited, it would spit fire.
But at this moment, it sensed a cold aura behind it.
Familiar with its master's combat style, it let out a reluctant roar, its wings flipped open with a flap, letting that thick green light track brush past its belly and shoot downward!
That was not some beam; the green light track was merely the trace left by the Green Light Stone.
