After Blue Fatty fired an arrow with all his strength, Cloud Dog caught all the debris below.
Yet he discovered that there was only debris from the arrow; the floating rock had not been damaged in the slightest.
The mech's toughness exceeded Blue Fatty's expectations. Any boulder would have been shattered by that arrow of his. Even if it only lost a little dust, it could not possibly remain completely unscathed like this.
Blue Fatty muttered, "I'm still too weak. I may be accurate, but I lack strength. If it were one of the strongmen in the tribe, they would definitely be able to break it."
"No one you bring could possibly harm me." A strange voice suddenly rang out.
"Ah! Who said that?"
"That voice is so strange..."
Blue Fatty jumped in fright. He vaguely understood some of the meaning behind Huang Ji's words, but the overall tone and rhythm were far too strange.
It was as though the speaker had deliberately drawn out the words, slowed them down, and chanted them.
The thought processes of humans and cloud ghosts were entirely different as well. It was normal for humans to finish a sentence in two or three seconds, but cloud ghosts were different. They could speak hundreds of words in a single second! Their grammar was utterly unlike human grammar, far more complex. When humans spoke one sentence, it was simply one sentence, perhaps with changes in intonation and implied meaning.
But when a cloud mass rumbled and gurgled, it had actually already spoken a great many words.
It often spoke three or four sentences simultaneously. This was no longer merely choosing words and forming sentences, but multidimensional sentence structures.
Words formed sentences, sentences formed passages, and three sentences overlapped at once. This multithreaded grammar could convey extraordinarily