With a thunderous roar, the earth jolted violently. Countless cracks of every size split open across the ground, the largest wide enough for a person to fall into—fortunately, they were not very deep, and with good luck, one might be able to climb back out.
Then they would probably fall into the next fissure.
This was the battlefield where Leon fought the evil dragon. What had turned the earth into such a ravaged wasteland were the aftershocks of both sides' power.
The chief culprit behind the devastation was undoubtedly the evil dragon. Its power was greater than Leon's, but its skill in wielding that power was far inferior. With an attack of equal strength, Leon could concentrate its force upon almost a single point, whereas the evil dragon could only strike over a wide area. Thus, whenever it attacked, even if it failed to hit Leon, it would still wreck the surrounding ground into a complete mess. Leon, on the other hand, only occasionally damaged the environment when one of his attacks missed.
The power of demigods was no trifling matter. Let alone the fact that the two of them occasionally struck the ground directly, even the mere aftershocks of their battle were like a natural disaster. The reason this stretch of land had not yet been transformed entirely into a canyon was that the earth of the main plane itself possessed considerable resilience. In another world, everything within several miles might already have collapsed and sunk, becoming a bottomless pit as deep and dark as hell.
Light flickered in the sky, and an earth elemental appeared. It had dusty gray wings and looked plump and round, yet somehow it could fly. It gazed down at the ground below.
This was a divine envoy of the Goddess of Earth, sent