It was a disheveled humanoid Drought Fiend, almost devoid of clothing, with a dark red, shriveled and unsightly appearance, somewhat resembling a mutated human female.
At this moment, beams of light were shooting from afar on the large screen, but they were all blocked a hundred meters away by the glow on the Drought Fiend's surface.
The terrifying large explosions seemed to merely tickle the opponent, unable to penetrate its defenses or break the light released a hundred meters away.
"Mr. Yang Yuan." Chen Xianzhi nodded towards Yang Yuan.
"Is this the True Drought Fiend? What's the situation?" Yang Yuan asked.
"It's hard to explain in a few words."
