"You ants are so pesky! Just because I played along with you, did you believe you could take me down?"
"Let me show you the insurmountable gap between the likes of you and me!"
The Diplodor's deep voice resounded in the dusty atmosphere of the cavern, loud enough to blow the dust away and echo in the ears of the seven cultivators who stood rooted on the ground, unable to fly anymore.
The only consolation in their current situation being the Diplodor seemed to also be on the ground, except its massive body towered over them.
Its voice, sent dust and shrapnel hurling at them, eery enough for their hearts to chill and freeze as they felt humiliated, literally as if they were ants standing before an insurmountable wall.
Strangely, as they awaited the expected result of being attacked, nothing of the sort happened.
As they resolutely raised their heads at the figure of the Diplodor, they were stunned for a few seconds, completely flabbergasted.
