Dark clouds blanketed the mountaintop, and the currents of air churned.
At that moment, the black mist gradually dispersed, revealing the two people in the clearing.
Peng Mi's twin hammers had struck together, smashing heavily into a black-red high wall.
No.
That was not a wall.
It was a person!
A black-red giant six meters tall, with muscles all over his body twisted like tree roots and giant pythons.
The corners of the giant's eyes were split open, his snow-white eyeballs crawling with threadworm-like blood vessels. Hard black-red scales covered his entire body, bearing strange patterns like a tortoise shell.
His arms hung at his sides, his body three meters wide. The muscles on his body still squirmed faintly with every breath, almost too densely packed to contain themselves.
If there was anything about this giant that still resembled the Wei He from before, it was his eyes alone.
Those bloodshot eyeballs were exactly the same as Wei He's eyes from before.
That gaze—lofty and condescending, looking down upon all things.
"What a relief."
Wei He's black hair hung wildly over his shoulders as he lowered his head to look at Peng Mi before him.
Those twin hammers had struck the center of his chest. Passing through layers of black mist and landing on his hard skin and muscles, their impact had done no more than blast countless cracks and fissures across the ground behind him.
"Do you hear it?" Wei He stared at Peng Mi, whose entire body had begun to tremble faintly. "The wind is weeping."
Boom!!
A giant palm crashed down from above like a massive road roller, pressing down from Peng Mi's head to torso to legs.
In an instant, everything fell silent.
Wei He pressed his right hand against the ground, then casually lifted it