Dragon Roaming Wanli flicked the harpoon in his hand, casting a fierce gaze in all directions with an air of unmatched confidence.
"Haha, who else!"
There was no one left.
The Lizardmen were busy fleeing, not even sparing him a glance, and in a flash, most had disappeared into the dense forest.
With no one daring to fight for half the day, Dragon Roaming Wanli lost interest and spat on the ground.
"Damn cowards! Right, what did that guy say just now?"
"Didn't catch it clearly, seemed like he was saying something impressive..."
The veteran crouched beneath him chuckled, relieved, thinking that this ancestor had finally had enough fun. Charging forward with this hundred-kilogram lizard on his back, his guts were almost shaken out...
Within the ranks, Luo Yan slightly raised his right arm, his Magic Wand pointing vaguely towards the distant sky.
"Death withering!"
