Resurrection Spell

Beneath the yellow sand, Li Ziran bulged his eyes and scrutinized the battle in the distance.

He had underestimated Cavis's strength. Before Cavis, this band of Doghead People bandits were nothing but useless rookies. Their bone clubs could not breach the Earthstrider Dragons' defenses at all, and even more laughably, they were not as tall as the Earthstrider Dragons' thighs.

After one charge, dozens of Doghead People fell into pools of blood. Against such a clustered Doghead People force, a dozen or so back-and-forth charges would be enough to end the battle.

Yet Li Ziran felt no joy at all. His years of experience living in the Wasteland told him that something was fishy.

Doghead People were the bandits most afraid of death. They only gathered together to bully others with sheer numbers. Whenever they struck a nail too hard, they would invariably retreat wisely.

This sort of group beating was the Doghead People's way of life, but their most important source of supplies was their pursuit.

Doghead People possessed the most unusual noses. Such noses could lock onto a desired scent amid elemental currents, even from hundreds of miles away.

Once they had their eyes on someone, they would pursue them relentlessly.

But Cavis was clearly far stronger than the Doghead People, yet they had not retreated as expected.

Li Ziran, buried in the sand, quietly backed away. He needed to prepare for an escape. Someone was clearly driving the Doghead People from behind, but unfortunately, Cavis was in the heat of slaughter and had no intention of stopping.

Yet at the instant he was about to leave, Li Ziran saw the sleeping bag hanging from the Earthstrider Dragon. The three girls inside...

There was certainly no way to save them. He had finally hidden himself away; showing himself