759. The Evils Are Too Numerous to Record

"A Record Too Long to Write"

"Kill this bastard!!!"

Inside the Workshop, even Lou Feng, who had long expected this, could no longer contain his excitement. His whole body trembled, his face flushed red, and he clenched his fists as he shouted.

He wanted nothing more than to announce to the whole world that this was his work!

Even if it wasn't entirely his, at least half of it was!

Well, at least a small half, right?!

BOOM!!!

A vast torrent of Spiritual Substance surged forth, turning into a divine halo behind Dragon Mountain. Sharp, Blazing Light edges radiated in every direction.

At that moment, Juque was like a bottomless pit, voraciously swallowing the flood of Spiritual Substance transmitted by the Curtain. It seized the Absolute Class disaster beast before its eyes, clenched an iron fist as large as a fully insured semi-truck, and brutally drove it into that old-woman-like face!

Like a thug breaking into a nursing home and beating terrified old people without mercy!

To hell with not killing the young or old. If you've got moral standards, take them up with my Artisan License!

And so, between sea and sky, the battle between giant beasts had begun.

A collision between Waste Ruins.

A contest of mass against mass, strength against strength!

Within the rolling Turbid Flow, the giant flood dragon and Dragon Mountain fought with claws and fangs, fists, kicks, and even their bodies. There were no fancy moves—if you wrapped around me, I swung you around.

Grappling, entangling, slamming, joint locks—

Every movement stirred up surging waves and heaven-shaking tsunamis. Every roll crushed across the fragile seabed, setting off waves of violent tremors.

BOOM!

Beneath the iron fist, a shocking dent appeared on that old-woman face.

The Green Flood Dragon was having a very bad time.