Lizardman, Nightshade

Chapter 197

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SHING!

Azmodeus's thoughts were interrupted by a blade blazing through the skies, aiming to lob his head right off his shoulders!

However, contrary to the intent behind this sword strike, Azmodeus simply back-stepped a little, watching the poison-coated saber cleave a large chunk of the ground away from its roots.

The people of this territory strive with the presence of poison… They have adapted and evolved…

He stared at the one who launched the attack and realized something else.

"A lizard subspecies… Some form of lizardman, maybe?" He turned his perceptive gaze up and down the 3-meter lizard in front of him, trying to better understand the peculiarities of this territory.

"&$&(!:$)/$@#/"

The lizardman swiveled his head toward the human while spouting a number of words that couldn't be comprehended.