CHAPTER 722
Rumble, Rumble, Rumble, BOOOM!
The cacophony of sound was enough to make any living soul shriek in fright.
The mountain itself seemed to shake violently, writhing like a fish out of water caught on dry land.
Visible cracks snaked across its sides like thin lines of destruction, each one spreading as if the mountain itself were bleeding.
The air whistled sharply around the jagged peaks, and deep beneath the surface, the atmosphere quivered, sensing the destructive force that was about to erupt.
And erupt it did.
Bursting out of the spot where he had been slammed by Grey's earth pillars, Frowny reemerged.
His facial features were twisted with rage as usual, a fresh drop of blood staining the corner of his lips, his glare fixed on Grey who hovered calmly above, unshaken by the chaos.
Robed man, though not directly involved in the melee like Frowny, panted lightly as he maintained his stance.
