Chương 363: The Monster Army Grows

But as the echoes of his roar faded into the charred wilderness, Archer's strength began to wane. He staggered back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and his once-proud form faltered.

The battle had taken its toll, and his mighty wings drooped wearily as he stumbled away from the subdued Fire Wymn. His vision was blurred, and his body was heavy. Archer was still in his dragon form as he lay down. The horde watched on in horror as their leader was defeated.

He was only asleep for a couple of hours until he was fully healed. Then he stood back up and shook his groggy head. That's when he noticed all the Netherbeasts were still here, and the Fire Wymn was trying to move.

He walked over to it and took a deep breath before firing his Dragon's Breath into it. After his attack, the Wymn dropped to the ground dead as he ripped its head off and threw it at the watching Netherbeasts.