Kong darkened completely.
It was not because dark clouds had blocked out the sun.
Rather, five or six rock lion heads, each dozens of meters tall, had blotted out the light over the entire area.
The lion heads opened their abyss-like maws.
Carrying an immense oppressive force, they crashed down on Sakumo from every direction.
Kong was compressed by their enormous mass.
It let out sharp, piercing shrieks.
The ground trembled continuously.
The surrounding trees were uprooted and swept into the torrent of rocks.
This kind of terrain-altering destructive power was no longer something ordinary ninjutsu could easily match.
Sakumo stood where he was.
He did not retreat.
Nor did he have anywhere to retreat to.
The rock lion heads covered far too wide an area.
Inside the deep pit behind him.
Zhao Hai forced himself to his feet.
The Storm Dragon's regenerative ability was indeed formidable.
The sword wound on his chest, deep enough to expose bone, had already stopped bleeding.
Yet as he watched the enormous shadow crashing down from above, his scalp still went numb.
That old madman really intended to flip this entire island over.
Zhao Hai cursed inwardly.
This was a legendary pirate with a bounty of several billion Beli.
And he, a mere East Blue Navy grunt, had actually provoked such a monster.
Zhao Hai clenched his teeth.
The muscles in his right leg tensed to their absolute limit.
He squeezed out every last bit of chakra and physical strength.
Six Powers, Tempest Kick.
He kicked out with all his strength.
"Tempest Kick: Chaos!"
Dozens of crescent-shaped Vacuum Slashes shot into Kong.
The slashes struck the outermost rock lion head.
A dull impact rang out.
Fragments of stone rolled down without end.
But that lion head was simply too enormous.
An attack of this