The moment the danger was sensed, Moke, with several dozen slender heads but seemingly not enough intelligence, did not think at all and manipulated its huge body like a small mountain to explosively retreat backwards.
The fierce fist was already covering all directions—up, down, left, and right. At this time, only retreating could resolve it.
Obviously.
Though Moke's form was strange, even grotesque, it definitely wasn't a flower in a greenhouse; it must have experienced numerous real battles, otherwise its reaction wouldn't have been so swift.
But its speed was still too slow!
Even though it had already reacted and promptly responded, compared to the Crowned King who had already charged forward, its speed was still slightly inferior.
In the process of retreating, several heads that couldn't dodge in time—grotesque and misshapen as if cursed—were mercilessly seized by a large hand wrapped in thunderous roars, then brutally crushed.
"Pfft..."
