"ENOUGH!"
Elder Han's voice boomed like thunder cracking the heavens. His glare could have flattened mountains, but the disciples quaked more at his next words:
"Anyone who flees now, I'll kill you myself! This is Iron Mountain Peak! A mangy beast will not disgrace it!"
He shot into the air, the ground fracturing beneath his feet.
WHOOSH!
Elder Han's right fist ballooned with spiritual energy, glowing brighter than a pissed-off sun. By the time he reached the Crimson Ore Behemoth, his punch was less "fist" and more "meteor of annihilation."
ROOOOAR!
The behemoth swung its colossal, ore-encrusted arm to counter.
BOOOOM!
The impact shook the heavens. Trees flattened. Rocks soared. Somewhere, a squirrel died of shock. The mountains groaned as if questioning their life choices.
For a moment, the beast stood firm, its shimmering ore body like a fortress forged by the cosmos.
But then—
KACHA!
