The dust slowly settled, and the cumbersome Ironclad Rhinoceros crashed to the ground in a sorry heap, its massive body making the earth sink slightly.
Its crimson beast eyes were full of confusion. It clearly could not understand why its unstoppable, violent charge had suddenly lost balance and sent it tumbling.
The entire field fell silent for a moment, followed by the sounds of everyone's startled breaths.
"What happened? Did that Ironclad Rhinoceros trip over itself?" Ma Hongjun widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Dai Mubai strode forward, his taut nerves easing slightly as he frowned at the century-old Soul Beast on the ground. "A century-old Ironclad Rhinoceros has a stable charge and a stable center of gravity. It's almost impossible for it to make such a low-level mistake. This is too strange."
A faint blue gleam flickered in Tang San's eyes as his Purple Demon Eye carefully swept over the grass, trees, and traces in the soil. There were no Soul Power fluctuations, no traps or mechanisms. Everything was intact.
A vague, inexplicable sense of unease rose in his heart, yet he had no clue what had happened. He could only attribute it to the Soul Beast exerting too much force and making a mistake itself.
Only three pairs of eyes pierced through the chaotic scene and remained fixed on the quiet young man standing there.
Xiao Wu's gaze was gentle, a faint smile in her eyes. She had long grown accustomed to his silent way of covering for everyone, and her heart was filled with reassurance.
Ning Rongrong's chest was still slightly warm. The overwhelming terror of facing death moments ago and the absolute safety that followed in the next instant created far too sharp a contrast. She knew perfectly well that this was no coincidence.