Although the Behemoth Hargins did not know what Geppo was, the way he kept stepping on the air to climb higher achieved much the same effect.
To a certain extent, once a body reached a certain level of strength, every movement could easily produce effects akin to skills.
Behemoths were born with powerful physiques and boundless strength, but while God had opened a great door for them, he had also welded a window firmly shut.
For Behemoths possessed no Soul Skills whatsoever!
Yet the bodies of the Behemoth race were themselves the finest Soul Skills in the world!
That astonishingly dense body made him a terrifying monster with bronze skin and iron bones. The moment he entered Yang Ming's field of vision, a savage, bloodthirsty grin appeared on his face, which resembled both a hippopotamus and an ape.
"Get down here!"
His mouth stretched extravagantly toward his earlobes, exposing tightly packed rows of sharp, sharklike teeth. With a low, furious shout, Hargins suddenly opened his enormous hand, as large as a truck cab. His five fingers curled into iron hooks as he snatched at the Black Dragon Di Tian, the Six Paths Puppet flying overhead, like an eagle grabbing a chick.
Yang Ming's gaze turned cold.
Even if he could not use any Soul Skills during the Third Trial of the Dragon God Nine Trials, he was no soft persimmon anyone could casually squeeze—not even a Behemoth, a member of a race of overlord-level ferocious beasts renowned in ancient times!
Then let me see just how strong this Six Paths Puppet, the Black Dragon Di Tian, has become after those two bloodline purifications!
As that thought flashed through his mind, Yang Ming relied on the fact that his real body was elsewhere and let the Black Dragon Di Tian run