"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The earth began to tremble...
Looking at the towering city walls faintly visible ahead, the brutality in Gray Stone's heart grew stronger. His originally dull eyes emitted a bewitching red light under countless bloodthirsty augmented skills.
"Roar!!!"
Imitating the most terrifying roar he ever heard from the Three-headed Dragon Clan, Gray Stone frantically flailed his two short legs. However, due to the different physiological structure, he gradually fell from the vanguard to the middle of the formation, and then to the end of the team.
Two legs ultimately can't match four.
Gray Stone cursed internally as his impoverished brain, affected by the bloodthirsty urge, couldn't fathom the fear of war and death. At this moment, all he had was the desire to kill and a craving for food.
Yet, Gray Stone didn't know that it was precisely because of the little short legs he cursed that he temporarily escaped with his life.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
