"Moo..." Upon beholding a creature of its own kind appearing all of a sudden, the Komodo War Behemoth angrily threw away the turtle leg in its mouth and issued a challenging roar.
The illusory War Behemoth, the product of Ning Yu's Illusion Magic, turned to walk towards the forest by the lily field, taking a few backward glances, seemingly issuing a challenge.
"Help me..." Beads of sweat trickled down Ning Yu's face, maintaining a life-like illusion of such scale that could deceive a somewhat intelligent magical beast had taken a tremendous amount of her mental energy.
"How?" Liu Zhenhan unlit his cigar and picked up the Wolf Fang Club from the ground.
