The dim world was filled with the pungent stench of gunpowder and decay. Ruined buildings lay scattered across the barren earth like grotesque tombstones.
The standoff between the two giant beasts, Norman and Connors, added an even more murderous chill to this already lifeless region.
Connors stood like a moving mountain, every muscle seeming to have been forged from steel, radiating a terrifying sense of power.
His massive body leaned slightly forward as his thick arm rose high, then came crashing down toward Norman with overwhelming force.
The blow was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, carrying immense strength as it compressed the air into a piercing howl.
Norman had already been left unsteady by the earlier battle and had lost his balance.
Faced with this sudden, ferocious attack, he had no time to mount an effective defense.
His vision went black, his head buzzing as though countless bees were frantically swarming beside his ears.
The enormous palm, like a boulder falling from the sky, sent him directly crashing to the ground.
Norman's body slammed heavily into the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The dust spread like a yellow fog, instantly enveloping him.
The surrounding ruins collapsed beneath his heavy pressure, producing dull crashes like the anguished groans of the earth.
Broken bricks and twisted steel bars scattered everywhere like startled beasts.
At that moment, Connors raised a foot as massive as a pillar holding up the heavens, preparing to stomp on Norman's head.
That enormous foot was Like a dark cloud, blotting out the sky and bearing endless oppressive force, as if it intended to crush Norman completely.
The rough patterns on its sole resembled mountain ranges crisscrossed by ravines, every line seemingly containing the power of destruction.
Connors's eyes flashed with a vicious light like