He narrowed his eyes, his face practically dripping with scorn.
One look at this fat man told him he was up to no good.
As far as he was concerned, only one thing mattered now: finding those dragon bones.
Everything else could wait.
He was just about to make his move when Erik darted out from the side.
The moment Erik appeared, the whole atmosphere changed.
"Get lost."
The fat man blinked, the smug look on his face freezing.
He clearly hadn't expected Erik to snub him so bluntly.
"Erik, look in there! There are tons of Millennium Dragons, whole flocks of them. You could never catch them all!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he grew, nearly spraying spit.
"Help me catch them, and I'll pay you directly."
"We'll use living Millennium Dragons to make an elixir of immortality."
The idea sounded absurd.
Before he could finish, Erik raised his claw and slashed viciously at the fat man.
His face was full of anger.
"Stay out of my way."
Erik couldn't even be bothered to offer any further explanation.
He'd never had any patience for this fat man to begin with.
The commotion from that slash drew everyone else's attention.
Their expressions changed.
The others exchanged looks, but no one dared step forward.
None of them had expected this guy to keep haunting them, refusing to give up even now.
He'd chased them all the way to this godforsaken place, and he still wanted to keep going.
There was simply no end to it.
Erik gave a sinister laugh, smugness written all over his face.
It was as though he could already see mountains of gold and silver.
"There are whole flocks of Millennium Dragons in there, and plenty of bones too. We really came to the right