Ang tracked the trail for a full three days before finally spotting the injured Rock Ridge Lizardman again at the mouth of a valley.
The Rock Ridge Lizardman lay collapsed beside a massive boulder at the valley entrance, its body covered in dried blood. Its heavy scales were badly shattered, and although the stump of its left arm had scabbed over, dark red blood still seeped from it.
Its body looked like a corpse, with only the faint rise and fall of its chest proving that it was still alive.
Ang carefully concealed himself among the surrounding cracks in the rocks, using magic to mask his presence as he silently observed the Rock Ridge Lizardman's condition.
Two hours passed, yet the Rock Ridge Lizardman remained completely motionless, as though it truly were on its last breath.
"Could it really be dead?"
Ang pondered inwardly, but he did not dare act rashly. Rock Ridge Lizardmen possessed extraordinarily tenacious vitality, and a powerful one like this might well disguise itself at death's door in order to lure an enemy in.
When the setting sun gradually sank behind the ridge, Ang finally lost his patience. He slowly waved his wand and murmured an incantation.
A corrosive cloud gradually gathered, turning into a gray-black Poison Fog that shrouded the Rock Ridge Lizardman.
Yet the Corrosive Rain falling onto its scales could not erode their sturdy defenses. The mist swirled across the surface of the scales and was evaporated by the Rock Ridge Lizardman's body heat moments later.
Ang frowned slightly and muttered softly:
"These scales really are tough."
Still unwilling to give up, he cast Flesh Separation, attempting to directly destroy the Rock Ridge Lizardman's bodily functions. Yet when the ripples of Flesh Separation fell upon it, they vanished like mud sinking into the