That claw was so large. It was greenish-gray in color, covering the heavens and scattering the clouds. The entire primitive mountain range was shaking, and the great earth ruptured. Smoke and dust rushed into the heavens.
"Willow Deity, what is this?" Shi Hao asked.
An indescribable aura seeped out as if a great desolate beast had awakened. At this moment, the entire great wasteland became quiet. All of the birds, beasts, and even bugs were trembling.
The world was deathly quiet as if it had fallen into an archaic demonic abyss. All sounds disappeared, and an indescribable pressure swept through the boundless mountain forest.
"This thing is still alive?" The little pagoda said to itself as if it was extremely confused.
