151: You Never Know Who Will Kill Whom

The Divine Emperor's Ear Ornament had entered its cooldown time. Orson quickly glanced at the mini-map.

A vast array of green dots appeared outside Purple Thunder Fortress, but they were still several hundred kilometers away.

Given the current state of the Crimson Lizard King, there was no way to make it to the reinforcements in time.

"Run..."

The Crimson Lizard King suddenly spoke in human language. Upon hearing this, Orson's face turned green. Wasn't this beast supposed to be tough? Why was it always spouting "strategic retreat" at critical moments?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots fired from a flaming stick, striking the dog's head.

"Retreat? Screw that! Get back to flying!" Orson snapped, his rage flaring up.

"I'll kill that Six-Winged Inferno Dragon sooner or later!"