The lightning hammer clashed head-on with the Yellow Owlfire's sharp beak and pointed tip, causing the latter to repeatedly retreat.
Soon enough, the Yellow Owlfire was at a disadvantage.
Other high-level mutated creatures saw this and could no longer stay still.
The initial setback was not promising, and if their strongest were to be defeated, it would spell trouble.
They had received good news from other locations and could not allow these victories to be monopolized.
A high-level mutated creature flew out from the rear, immediately blocking the sun and casting a massive shadow over the sky.
"It's the Purple Pavoraiah!" Voices of surprise echoed from within the city.
The Purple Pavoraiah was a level 14 high-level mutated creature, formidable in strength and always accompanied by a putrid, unpleasant odor.
