What did a powerful person fear most? This very situation—the sense of helplessness before absolute power.
Lu Yang could not run now. As the dozen or so Rock Demons crazily kicked the three lower-god Dark Dragons, their auras remained locked onto him.
If Lu Yang dared to run, a single kick from those three-hundred-meter-tall beings could create a hurricane beyond what he could withstand at his current level.
After all, Lu Yang could only transform himself to three hundred meters tall. These dozen Rock Demons had actually grown to that height. His form was hollow and filled with fire, while theirs were solid flesh and blood.
Lu Yang could only watch as the three Dark Dragons were kicked until they were barely alive. Only then did the sixteen Rock Demons stop swinging their massive feet.
"Roar~!"
The leading Rock Demon raised both fists and laughed wildly at the sky. The other Rock Demons followed suit, and soon their mad laughter echoed across the plains.
"Shut up! Aren't you afraid of drawing the attention of the main gods?" A shrill voice suddenly rang out. A miniature Rock Demon, only around one and a half meters tall, appeared from somewhere in the Volcanic Crater area and furiously berated the group.
Like children who had done something wrong, the sixteen Rock Demons hurriedly stopped roaring and burrowed back into the slopes of the volcano, hiding their heads beneath red rocks.
The three leading Rock Demons did not return to their hiding places. Instead, each grabbed a Dark Dragon by the neck and walked toward the Volcanic Crater.
As they passed Lu Yang, the Rock Demon in the middle crouched down and looked down at him like a mountain. Then he suddenly revealed a simple, honest smile. "Thank you, little brother. Today, you let