The Forgotten Land (3)

The dark giant didn't seem to notice the presence of Rhode's group as it roamed the surface aimlessly and let out occasional, loud bellows. The whistling gravel whirled and flew up into the sky like a storm in the blustering winds. It was imaginable how one was heading down a road of ruin if one were caught unprepared and swept into it. Of course, that was the situation for ordinary humans. Yes, ordinary humans.

What a powerful force.

Rhode puckered his brows. He sensed a massive and disorderly power within that bizarre, shadowy giant. The aura it set off also consisted of a pitch-black coldness. Usually, such an overwhelming pressure was only present in a devil lord. But now, the strength of this shadowy figure seemed much stronger than a devil lord's.