With those words, the Death Scythe Mercenaries ignored the thugs and civilians, ascending and flying away.
In that moment, the Wolf Assault Thugs felt their hair stand on end and quickly looked back, surveying the surroundings, finally fixing their gaze on a street corner.
There stood a collapsed building, its ruins piled high, which should have been a natural barricade, yet now a giant shadow emerged at the top.
It was a python-like beast, its body stretching thirty to forty meters long, the diameter of its torso nearly two meters, its cold-blooded eyes fixated on the distant humans, a scarlet tongue flickering endlessly from its blood-red open mouth.
"Damn... Beast! The beast is here!" the Wolf Assault Thugs shouted desperately to warn everyone.
The shout was like a huge rock thrown into calm waters, creating ripples of panic, and the crowd instantly plunged into chaos, screams rising everywhere.
