The dust gradually dispersed.
At the entrance of the mountain wall, a Flaming Spiritcrow was standing on both feet. Its tail feathers floated up, and red flames burned brightly, like a god of fire.
Compared to the miserable Golden-Armored Overlord, the Flaming Spiritcrow didn't take much damage at all. Its aura was still strong.
A fragile Flaming Spiritcrow that was good at long-range attacks could actually defeat the Golden-Armored Overlord in a head-on battle?!
If it hadn't seen it with its own eyes, Scarface Dragon wouldn't have believed it.
One had to know that his Golden-Armored Overlord was close to a pseudo monarch. It also had outstanding talent and development. He had invested countless resources into it, so how could it lose to a Flaming Spiritcrow that wasn't even a pseudo monarch?
Scarface Dragon couldn't think of an answer to this question.
But he knew that now was not the time to be worried about this.
