"This—how is this possible!?"
Ning Zhibai's pupils tore apart, his mouth opened wide, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks trembled under the blowing wind.
Looking at the muscle giant that suddenly appeared in front of him, towering over two and a half meters, Ning Zhibai's muscles tensed subconsciously, freezing in place. That rapidly escalating sense of crisis was like a missile crashing down atop his head, exploding with a thunderous blast, stirring up a storm of shock and horror within his heart.
Boom!
In that critical moment, Ning Zhibai clamped his jaws tight around his upper jaw.
He crossed his arms and lifted them up, desperately pouring his demonic strength into his arms, readying his defense.
Crack—Boom!