“Why is this happening?! Why?!” The Lizardman patriarch threw his head back and howled, as if he had gone insane.

Many of his grayish-green scales had fallen off as he scratched himself bloody out of frustration.

BOOM!

Raging flesh power fluctuations suddenly exploded from within him, spreading out into his surroundings like a flood.

Countless rays of grayish-green bloodline power shot out of him like a hedgehog’s spines.

Yang Fan and Zhao Heng’s torn domains suffered another heavy blow, and many parts that were coming back together were scattered once again.

However, Yang Fan and Zhao Heng didn’t seem panicked this time. Instead, a hint of delight appeared in their eyes.

“Compared to that bone, such a flesh power attack is much more acceptable!” As Yang Fan let out a cunning laugh, his Thunder God’s Whip flew out of his domain. With a few flaps,...