"Stop eating!"
Gray's furious shout rang out.
The Molten-Armor Earth Lizard's chewing briefly faltered, and some crumbs fell from the corner of its mouth.
Its ugly, enormous head turned slightly. It looked at Zeliel's Party, then at the Blazing Wind Kite circling in the sky.
Then.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The Molten-Armor Earth Lizard immediately lowered its head and bit off an even larger piece of Red Crystal Ore Formation.
Its jaws chewed rapidly, "smack, smack, smack," without stopping, as if it had gone more than ten days without eating.
It had been quietly pretending just moments ago, but now it simply stopped pretending!
The Molten-Armor Earth Lizard understood perfectly that it was the one at the greatest disadvantage in this confrontation.
Whether it was that mongrel bird or the damned humans before it, they all regarded it as prey!
It had to recover its injuries as quickly as possible to gain the upper hand in this contest!
"This damn thing...!"
The corner of Gray's eye twitched.
As the Molten-Armor Earth Lizard devoured mouthful after mouthful, increasingly obvious changes appeared in its body.
Strands of red light began to surface around its wounds. The torn flesh was healing.
At the same time, it accelerated its heat-dissipation process.
Its scales began to flare outward even more noticeably.
"Hiss!"
Dense white steam gushed from between its armor plates.
Steam surged out in wave after wave, especially from its shoulders, back, and the roots of its limbs, shrouding its enormous body until it was barely visible.
"It's already recovering!" Vales shouted.
He had been watching the wounds torn open in the Molten-Armor Earth Lizard's body.
Although its shattered scales had not regrown, the blood that had constantly seeped from beneath them was no longer as obvious as before.
This was definitely not good news.