The next second, the pitch-black club smashed into the head on the left, while the figure riding the icy tornado landed heavily atop the head on the right.
As for the head in the middle?
The first flash of a blade had already split it in two.
BOOM!!!
An indescribably violent tremor and roar swept across the entire island in an instant.
The earth twisted, sank, rose, and fractured like fragile pottery.
Boulders flew in every direction as though hurled by invisible hands.
The whole island shuddered with a groan, as if it might disintegrate completely at any moment.
Dust and rubble surged skyward like a waterfall flowing in reverse, blotting out the sun.
The enormous beast's body was now embedded deep within the shattered earth.
"Hmm, that hit..."
It just about reached the threshold of "destroying an island,"
didn't it?
The figure sprang lightly upward and hovered in midair.
Rossi looked down at the layers of ground below, still collapsing one after another, and raised a hand to rub his chin.
Scrap Iron Island was trembling.
Mountains shook, the ground split, and the island's structure groaned beneath a weight it could no longer bear.
Dust swallowed the entire coastline like the breath of a giant beast.
The ground fractured with a groan, and invisible hands tore up dead trees and layers of rock, hurling them into a storm of rubble that blotted out the sky.
The factory's skeleton collapsed section by section beneath the shock wave. Web-like cracks spread across the backs of distant mountains, and mud and rock rolled down like dying pythons, their dull impacts against the earth keeping the air trembling.
From this moment on, the island's terrain was permanently changed.
At the bottom of the crater, the Three-Headed Dog's form had long since been