"Roar ..." Jie Feiying and the others were patiently looking around when they heard a deafening roar of a beast. A huge and rough spirit beast descended from the sky and appeared in front of them.
The huge dragon head howled into the sky. Its whiskers fluttered in the wind, and its sharp dragon teeth were ferocious.
"Saint ... Saint armored dragon lizard!" Someone stuttered in fear.
Everyone's expression changed. Just a few seventh and eighth grade spirit beasts were enough to put them in a difficult position. If it weren't for Zhao Dahai and the other two cannon fodders, they would have been covered in injuries. But now, it was a fourth rank demonic beast. It was said that its true strength was not below that of an ordinary second or third rank spirit beast.