139 The Tragic Battle: Part 1

Light gold? How could a human possess such a pair of light golden eyes? The thought flashed across the mantis' mind, but there was no time to worry about it.

In that split second, innumerable footages rushed into his mind. He saw lava flowing, volcanos erupting, cliff breaking off and falling down the gorge. Massive rocks crashing down onto the earth with fire burning and meteors bursting into the atmosphere.

He burst out in a roar, abruptly breaking himself out from the hallucinations. When he finally opened his eyes, a big-ass hand had come before him, almost touching his brow. He quickly fluttered his wings, jerking back convulsively. But it was too late. The hand had transformed into a finger; things might seem slow, but the finger had tapped his brow with lightning speed.

In a loud, violently explosive shockwave, the mantis' upper body bent backward with green blood spouting out of his brow. He lost his strength and fell on his knees.