Four-Armed Satan was the nightmare among nightmares, the reason countless Lighthouse children cried through the night.
He was an incomparably vicious King of Monsters.
But today, when facing the King of Titan Beasts, Godzilla, who was slowly approaching from afar, even with his foul temperament, he was thoroughly intimidated.
The Beast King still carried himself the same way, steady and composed, walking forward one slow step at a time.
Yet the faint aura radiating from his entire body had changed completely.
He had slaughtered twelve monsters in a row and was still slowly walking toward him.
No wonder Four-Armed Satan seemed somewhat timid right now. Unless someone truly did not care about life or death, who could stay calm before a Grim Reaper like this?
To put it more plainly, after running around all day, the Beast King was now surrounded by an aura that gave him a special advantage against monsters!
This was a god of slaughter, a god of slaughter created solely to deal with monsters!
Behemoth still wanted to vent his anger through his own strength.
He had already fought Four-Armed Satan to the fiercest stage of the battle, and Behemoth was confident he could win.
Thanks to his thick hide and sturdy flesh, Four-Armed Satan had been covered in wounds by him, while he himself was still perfectly fine.
It fully demonstrated just how powerful a well-developed tank could be.
A jungler like Kong, who had not developed properly yet, was safer standing off to the side. Better not get caught in the crossfire.
If they kept fighting like this, Behemoth was confident he could avenge himself and vent all the anger he had built up before.
But just as Behemoth stepped out and faced the Beast King's direction, he met the Beast King's eyes.