Gazing at the black Giant Dragon swooping through the sky, the Behemoth Hargins grinned, the corners of his mouth stretching grotesquely all the way to his earlobes. He exposed a dense row of sharklike, inverted triangular fangs that gleamed with a sinister chill enough to make one's scalp crawl.
"A mere oversized lizard dares strut above the great Earth-Warder's head? Watch me knock you down!"
His murderous, icy voice spread over Dragon Mountain's summit. Hargins was vicious and sparing with words. After delivering his threat, he immediately bent down, letting his two long arms hang past his knees and driving ten long, sharp claws into the soil.
"Hmph!"
Two long streams of vapor shot from nostrils the size of an adult's fist. Hargins growled, the muscles in his arms swelling as blue veins writhed across his skin like snakes. Clearly, he was unleashing strength beyond ordinary imagination.
The next instant, the entire crust of the earth seemed to shake.
Peaks swayed, and rocks tumbled.
Thunder and wind clashed; cold and heat collided!
Boom!
With his two hands, Hargins actually lifted a thousand-meter-long stretch of ground like a carpet!
Then he swung his arms like a baseball pitcher and hurled the immensely heavy slab of earth toward the Black Dragon Di Tian above him!
Whoosh!
The thick slab of earth hurtled toward Yang Ming, bringing tremendous wind pressure with it.
Yang Ming's mouth twitched violently, and he hurriedly steered his Six Paths Puppet, the Black Dragon Di Tian, out of the way.
Taking advantage of his ability to fly, Yang Ming had maintained his distance from Hargins, keeping at least two thousand meters between them. That gave him time to maneuver through the air and dodge with room to spare.
But Hargins clearly had no intention of giving up. He continued