(Sorry, I posted the wrong version earlier...)
What did it feel like to be chased by a mountain?
Pan Long's answer was: If anyone ever tells me "If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain" again, I'll spit in his face!
"The mountain comes to me" sounded easy enough, but it was terrifying!
Strictly speaking, the One-Eyed Giant was not especially tall. From head to toe, it stood perhaps eleven or twelve zhang, roughly the height of a nine- or ten-story building. Beside the colossal beings of legend, a thousand zhang tall and capable of pushing mountains aside, it was a runt among runts, hardly worth mentioning.
But compared with a person, the thing was...
The Northlands had plenty of burly men, but apart from those with unusual bloodlines, commonly called giants, an ordinary strong man like Pan Long was another matter entirely. If the creature opened its mouth wide, Pan Lei could stand inside with his hands braced against its upper jaw and his feet planted on its tongue, and try to hold its mouth open with his body so it could not bite down.
In other words, if it ate someone, it would take just one bite.
This was Pan Long's first time fighting something that could swallow him whole in a single mouthful.
He felt waves of Evil Aura surging endlessly from behind him. His protective True Qi shuddered as though someone were pounding it with a heavy hammer, until every bone in his body hummed.
He heard a roar of impacts shaking the earth, like muffled thunder rolling without end, only twenty or thirty zhang behind him.
He also saw the snow beneath his feet heaving and rolling like the waters of the Heaven-Reaching River in a gale. Fierce winds scattered the