In the Rift Valley, Andrew roared like an enraged lion, exuding a terrifying aura. With a mighty roar, his body rapidly expanded.
In the next moment, he transformed into a massive black fox.
The black fox was engulfed in dark purple flames, and its eyes were as black as a void, seemingly devouring one's soul.
"Kid, you choose to drink a toast but refuse the drink of punishment!"
Andrew roared.
The black fox he had transformed into spewed out large fireballs. Enzo, sensing the threat from these fireballs, knew that even if he could catch them, he would still suffer severe injuries.
As expected of the leader of the Snow Fox Territory, Andrew was indeed formidable.
Enzo thought to himself but had no intention of fleeing. At this moment, he needed a powerful adversary like Andrew to test the results of his recent improvements in strength.
More importantly, Curtis was not dead yet!
Avoiding the black fireball, Enzo retaliated.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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