Short Tail sprang into motion just as the shadow of the tree trunk came crashing down.
His long Achilles tendons gave him explosive power, and he hurriedly leaped aside.
With a deafening boom, the trunk slammed into the wetland. The shock made the forest leaves tremble. Only then did Tang Qi realize that the leaves beside him were actually unremarkable birds.
Their calls were crisp and tinkling, like leaves swept up by a gale. They spiraled upward amid the howling wind before being carried into the distance by the whirlwind.
Tang Qi was left completely exposed before everyone, but no one paid attention to his corner. Nor did anyone mourn the few comrades accidentally crushed to death.
The Lizardmen suddenly erupted into an uproar and hurriedly began retreating.
It was the inevitable result of analyzing the current situation.
The disparity in strength left them without even the slightest thought of resisting.
But the Cyclops had already regarded them as food, and his hungry appetite would not allow him to let a single prey escape.
He shouted toward the cavern behind him in a deep, obscure language.
A howling wind suddenly came from the pitch-black cave entrance, like a sleeping beast roaring within.
Several huge boulders were suddenly hurled from behind him. They drew dark arcs through the air, and only once they crashed down could anyone tell that even the smallest was five meters long and wide.
His aim was poor, as though he were simply throwing them around with brute force.
Even so, several unlucky fellows were crushed beneath the boulders, their eyes rolling back.
Heavy footsteps followed close behind. Tang Qi made out several ordinary-sized silhouettes and finally understood why they had suddenly begun counting their numbers and attacking so fiercely.
The food the Lizardmen had delivered was