After discarding the parachute, Zheng Yichen executed a remarkably standard landing pose by pressing his fist to the ground while still in mid-air.
Just as he was feeling good about the move, a shadow swiftly rushed over from the side. Its speed was so great that Zheng Yichen was sent flying the moment he raised his hand.
"Fuck—" The flung Zheng Yichen saw clearly what that thing was. It was indeed the target he was seeking—no, more like the target that had presented itself to him. It's just that the opponent's attack turned him into express air-delivered goods.
A half-dragon hominid monster, standing over two and a half meters tall with dark red scales all over its body and two lumps of flesh on its back, was hardly aesthetically pleasing—on the contrary, it had an intensified look of distortion and disharmony.
