Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the crater, feeling as though every bone in his body had been shattered. Blood kept spilling from his mouth.
He struggled to raise his head and looked at the purple-gold giant beast, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.
"What kind of monster are you?"
The Purple-Gold Behemoth lowered its massive head slightly, its terrifying giant eyes staring down at Tang Hao as though he were an ant.
"Me? I am... a Behemoth."
Tang Hao froze.
"Be... Behemoth?"
It was not really his fault for not knowing. The entire Clear Sky Sect was practically made up of nothing but martial brutes.
In their eyes, the Soul Ring most compatible with the Clear Sky Hammer was the Golden Dragon, hailed as the ancestor of strength.
As for something like a Behemoth, a massive creature that had gone extinct in ancient times... what the hell did they know about it?
Tang Hao searched through every scrap of knowledge in his mind, yet still could not recall what a Behemoth even was.
But he knew one thing: the giant beast before him was absolutely not something he could afford to provoke.
That strength which could casually swat him hundreds of meters away, that hide which even the Clear Sky Hammer could not leave a mark on—this was not a battle on the same level at all.
The Purple-Gold Behemoth looked at Tang Hao's stunned expression, and a trace of mockery flashed through its dark-gold pupils.
It had thought this human might provide it with some entertainment. This was all there was to him?
It snorted, and the breath blasting from its nostrils was like a gale, nearly knocking Tang Hao off his feet again.
"Human, you are too weak."
There was even a hint of disdain