Compass felt a chill run down his spine when he was surrounded by a group of ugly Rock Monsters.
Who would have known that when the first Rock Monster's Rock Fist hit him, a layer of golden patterns, shining like sunlight, emerged on his skin.
The patterns multiplied, spreading across his body like climbing vines, covering his entire body rapidly; first the torso, then the neck and head. Soon, Compass's exposed skin was completely enveloped in the golden patterns.
The patterns glowed brilliantly; as the Rock Monsters pounced, tearing, hammering, and attacking, it was like rain falling on locusts.
Yet Compass felt neither pain nor itch. With each attack, his body expelled a corresponding resilient force.
The resilient force could vary in intensity; the stronger the Rock Monsters attacked, the greater the force became.
A group of Rock Monsters were shattered by their strange force.
