Rumble!
A tremendous sound roared through the air!
It was the sound of something running.
A body like a war chariot, weighing nearly 2,500 jin and standing almost over a meter tall. It had stark white tusks and bristles like steel needles, so tough that even an iron blade would struggle to cut through them.
It was a boar demon!
At that moment, it was charging madly, its blood-red eyes as large as bells filled with terror.
It was wounded!
In two places.
And they had not been inflicted by weapons, fangs, or claws, but by fist imprints.
The force had been so immense that it had not only shattered the steel-needle bristles it took such pride in, but had also caved in its hide, thicker and tougher than a two-meter earthen wall.
Its face hurt. The left side of its belly hurt too—an agonizing, bone-piercing pain. Its huge body could not help but break out in wave after wave of sweat from the torment.
It was not merely injured on the outside; its bones had been damaged as well.
Not only had the jawbone on the right side of its face been shattered, but at least two ribs protecting its internal organs had snapped.
It could be said that if it had not possessed the exceptionally powerful vitality of a pig demon, injuries like these would have left it dead—or at least completely unable to move.
It was truly unbelievable!
Such a tiny cub could actually be this terrifying.
It had thought itself lucky to discover a human cub in such a desolate mountain wilderness. After all, humans absolutely ranked first on a boar demon's menu.
They had no thick fur, nor tough muscles. A single charge would turn them into a puddle of mush.
Their bones were not