Ang rode the Magic Broom at full speed above the mountains, the wind howling in his ears. Behind him, the Rock Ridge Lizardmen still pursued him in swarms, their dense figures racing between the rocks like a rolling mudslide, determined to swallow Ang whole.
Ang frowned and looked back at the vicious, stubborn lizardmen, gritting his teeth inwardly.
If they kept clinging to him like this, he would run out of strength sooner or later... He had to find a way to shake these monsters off for good!
He took a deep breath and guided the broom sharply upward, flying beyond the range of the Rock Ridge Lizardmen's thrown stones.
More and more lizardmen gathered below. By rough estimate, there were already over a thousand of them.
They raised their heads, their eyes fixed firmly on Ang in the sky. Hoarse, low hisses rumbled from their throats, as if declaring that they would never stop until their prey was dead.
Ang looked down at the dense mass of lizardmen, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.
No wonder the Mountain Ridge Tribe and the Rock Ridge Tribe had been enemies for generations... Their numbers alone, along with their fearless savagery, were enough to terrify any tribe.
Yet compared to the panic he had felt when he was first surrounded, Ang was much calmer now.
"You monsters... Since you dare chase me, I'll play with you to the end!" Ang muttered through gritted teeth, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes.
He slowly pulled a magic bomb from his pouch and casually tossed it downward.
The bomb arced through the air toward the densest part of the lizardmen.
Anticipation appeared in Ang's eyes. He wanted to see whether it could stir up another rain of blood like before.
However, just