The Blast Flame Lizard whipped its red-scaled tail in a vicious sweep.
A scorching, sulfur-scented heatwave exploded outward.
The roiling dust cloud was split as if by an invisible blade, revealing the cracked, scorched earth beneath.
Gu Ming squinted, his eyes stinging from the heat. The acrid, metallic scent of burning filled his nose and throat.
'That beast actually roasted the ground around its feet into a field of lava—a patchwork of black and red, all semi-solidified magma.'
"Mouse Treasure, watch out!"
He saw Mouse Treasure rush in for close-quarters combat and couldn't help but sweat for it.
'Honestly,' he thought, 'I don't like its chances.'
'This thing is much stronger than I imagined.'
An earthy-yellow light flared within Mouse Treasure's mismatched eyes.
Clad entirely in Earth Armor, its front claws wreathed in a brown halo, it leaped down from above. The Dragon Pattern Tripod inside its body trembled, and the phantom of an Earth Dragon materialized behind it.
