After the flames had dissipated, the entire Lizard Man tribe was thoroughly doomed.
Most of the Lizard Men had been absorbed by Honid, while the few who initially escaped the disaster also perished in the blaze or died from asphyxiation due to lack of oxygen. An ancient tribe that had persisted for over a thousand years disintegrated so simply and easily, completely annihilated.
However, at this moment, Fang Zheng had no mood to contemplate the fragility of life. He furrowed his brows, staring intently at the scorched earth before him. After confirming that he had burned that unlucky artifact to the point where not a trace was left, not a single fish slipping through the net, then did Fang Zheng finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But even so, deep in Fang Zheng's heart, there still lingered numerous questions.
That was... just what was that so-called Secret Treasure?
And what was the deal with this Lizard Man tribe?
