Embedded on the canyon walls, Hastor groaned, as he tried to understand what just happened. It was then he felt a powerful aura filling the Grand Canyon and shivered.
This was the reason he hated Skinwalker.
A Tier 4 Spiritual Creature controlling a Tier 5 Spiritual Creature was just pure crime. How was this even fair?
He forcibly pulled himself forward and shook his head to get his body in balance again. He was still mid-air, after all. After getting a perfect balance, he raised his head and looked at the being who emitted such a terrifying aura and had also sent him flying with just one attack.
It was a gigantic, armored beast with skin as tough as steel. Just a single glance at it was enough to tell Hastor the identity of the Spritual Creature. It was a famous predator, after all.
The Ironhide Rhinox.
