324 The Retreat of the Lizards (1/2)
Mo Fan was utterly furious when he learned that the Razortail Drake was flying away. He had to find a way to release the savagery in his bones.
He was running at a crazy speed. He could even use his hands as claws while sprinting vertically up the tallest building, just like how he ran on the ground. At that moment, he was no different than a demon beast!
As he reached the top of the building, Mo Fan finally caught a glance of the Razortail Drake, which had already risen around seventy meters higher into the sky.
He stooped slightly on the building, the exact same stance he used before. The burst of power launched him over a hundred meters into the sky. His jumping ability was crazier than that of the Swift Star Wolf, as the Blood Sarira had strengthened the lineage of the Swift Star Wolf a few times over!
Wrapped around by the Wolf Shadow, Mo Fan sprang into the sky. He was propelling himself straight at the Razortail Drake.
The Razortail Drake flapped its wings wildly, as if it had just seen a ghost.
Normally, the Razortail Drake would never allow anyone to trespass into its territory, but as soon as it realized how bizarre the intruder's strength was, it had decided not to fight against him again before having a clear understanding of what he was.
To its surprise, the man was reluctant to give up. He was still chasing after it even though it had taken the initiative to withdraw from its territory!
Was there something wrong with his mind?!
The Razortail Drake was infuriated. It rapidly sucked the air around it into its stomach...
The Razortail Drake's body bloated. It resembled a giant balloon with wings from afar.
”ROAR~!”
The Razortail Drake unleashed all the air in its stomach at the rapidly approaching Mo Fan. A shocking tornado spun through the sky.
The tip of the tornado extended down right at the demonized Mo Fan who was still rising like a rocket...
Mo Fan was unable to control his body in the air. As a result, the Razortail Drake's breath struck him heavily before trapping him inside the tornado.
As the tornado fell from the sky, Mo Fan, who had lost his balance, was flung wildly toward an abandoned residential area overgrown with weeds.
The entire area was smashed into pieces from the collision. A huge cloud of dust lingered in the air. Mo Fan, who was right in the center of the tornado, slammed hard into the pit the collision created. His body was covered in wounds, like he had been flogged a whip.
The wounds were not too deep, mere scratches on his skin. The tornado was still spinning above the residential area. Mo Fan rose to his feet as if he were perfectly unharmed. His extraordinary eyes stared at the Razortail Drake flying up in the sky through the thick layer of dust!
At the same time, the Razortail Drake stared down at him in the sky.
When it figured that he had only suffered a little scratch, it exhaled a furious breath from its nose.
Where did this monster come from? He was tiny as humans, but the blood and bones in his body could match that of a Commander-level demon beast!
Why would I bother fighting against such a monster?
The Razortail Drake raised its head and uttered a commanding roar to the Giant Lizards on the streets.
It flapped its wings and flew in the direction of Dongting Lake without turning its head back.
The Razortail Drake had already planned to move its territory. It was time for it to bring its minions back to their real nest.
Following that command, the Giant Lizards withdrew like a tide. The previously rumbling streets quickly fell silent. Their tails and scaled backs disappeared into the distance as they followed their commander, the Razortail Drake, into the horizon.