At that moment, it looked like a scene from a fairy tale in which the end of the world had come. The God of Calamity Austin Griffin was trampling the earth with his mountainlike body. Dark clouds occupied the sky, and only the streaks of lightning and the raging flames below could illuminate his enormous form.
His nine massive, hideous heads glared at everything before him. Every roar seemed loud enough to deafen anyone who heard it.
His sharp claws, capable of easily slicing through mountain ranges, swept about unrestrained. Each sweep opened an abyss in the earth.
Yet Austin Griffin did not see the panicked flight, chaos, and helplessness that should have accompanied the end of the world. Instead, after the first cannon blast rang out, countless attacks came hurtling toward him.
To Austin Griffin, these attacks caused no harm whatsoever. They were like insects landing on his face, bringing nothing but irritation and disgust.
He wanted to see the crowds collapse. He wanted to see these people scatter wildly, fleeing without knowing where to turn. Yet none of that happened. There was only retaliation, only useless attacks no more effective than mosquitoes biting his skin.
To Austin Griffin, all of this was an insult to the God of Calamity.
At that moment, Xiao Huo and the others began attacking Austin Griffin. Attack after attack struck straight at his enormous body, and every Eternal Hero unleashed the supreme techniques they had spent their lives mastering.
Sensing all of this, Austin Griffin felt profoundly humiliated. These ants actually dared to come before him.
At this sight, Austin Griffin raised a sharp claw and struck straight at them. Before it even reached them, the gale it whipped up was enough to make them unsteady.
But Xiao Huo and the others did