This was a mountain neither tall nor short, covered with a forest of trees that were neither yellow nor green. Nestled among the trees was a crudely made thatched hut. But perhaps, since the mountain was not high, it had a spirit as long as a sage was present; at this moment, this ordinary forest was filled with a dense, miasmic aura.
At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly burst out from afar, kicking up a trail of dust and cutting several trees down to their waists as it went.
Then, the shadow, which hadn't managed to escape in time, was directly crushed beneath these trees.
However, ultimately, due to the Mountain-Sea Beast's extraordinary physical body, these trees, each weighing roughly seven to eight hundred pounds, didn't inflict the slightest injury on the shadow.
Creak, crack.
Following the two claws that shattered the obstructive branches, a dragon head about the size of a baby's emerged from beneath the trees.
