He's really grown tired of living.
Amond couldn't be bothered to waste any more words with this pesky ghost. He bent his knees slightly, his muscles taut like a drawn bowstring gathering strength. In the next moment, his massive frame, over five meters tall, soared into the sky like a golden cannonball, charging straight at Qin Tian.
The momentum of a Tier Eight Beastman Royal Family unleashed without reservation, it crashed down like an invisible giant mountain. The golden Spiritual Energy raged around Amond's body, all six of his arms spread open, claws tearing through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.
The strength of that aura was so intense that the beastman warriors below, who were slightly weaker, couldn't help but take a few steps back, awe appearing on their faces.
Qin Tian's eyes narrowed slightly. Instead of retreating, he stepped up to meet him.
