On Birka Island, Black Mountain King led the God's Guards in rescue and disaster relief efforts.
Although Randall had rushed over as quickly as he could, more than half of Birka had still been destroyed.
Black Mountain King lifted a massive rock, freeing a man whose leg had been pinned beneath it.
He glanced at where the man's right arm should have been and sighed.
Judging by the ragged wound, a beast had probably torn it off by force.
This man had already been relatively lucky.
Others had lost both legs, had their spines crushed, or had flying fragments strike their eyes.
But even more people had never had a chance to survive.
"Damned beasts!"
Some of the survivors kicked viciously at the Ferocious Beasts, picking up whatever they could find and smashing it into them to vent their fury.
At first, Black Mountain King and the others feared their actions would wake the Ferocious Beasts that had been knocked unconscious.
Randall was fighting that devil right now and couldn't spare any attention for them.
But then he realized the Ferocious Beasts hadn't fainted. They had already stopped breathing.
These Ferocious Beasts, which had driven them to despair and nearly wiped them out, had actually been killed outright by Randall's shock wave.
Black Mountain King and the others were stunned.
Without the power of Dials, Black Mountain King wasn't even sure he could defeat a single brown bear!
Could the gulf between people really be this vast?
Just then, a deep, bell-like sound reverberated through heaven and earth.
The people of Birka craned their necks to look, only to see dazzling golden light interwoven with countless arcs of black-and-red lightning, with occasional flashes of black-and-white light.
Then, before their very eyes, a slash descended from the sky and cut an