Bang!
A heavy crash echoed above the battlefield.
The airborne dust, like roaring waves during high tide, surged, dragging with it shattered branches and the corpses of the fallen, spreading out in all directions.
Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu hid behind the black cat, which in turn hid behind a pile of withered giant willow branches, waiting for the gust to pass before cautiously poking out their heads to peer at the source of the crash.
At the center of the impact were two tall monsters standing horn to horn.
On the left was a short, stout creature, its body like a massive lump. Black tentacles flailed wildly around it, looking like spiraling whips; below were thick hooves like the stumps of trees; and on either side were huge mouths brimming with fangs, with dark green viscous liquid dripping from their corners, exhaling a stench of rotting plants.
