Chapter 115: Spirit Caller
The Ox's face snapped sideways from the force of impact, spitting out a mix of gritty saliva and chipped stone from its mouth and cracked jaw. Yet most of the blow dispersed across the thick stone plating layered over its hide, dulling the actual damage done to the beast.
And that lack of effect showed immediately. With a furious bellow, the Rock Ox reared up, its massive foreleg lifting high until it matched the Treant's towering ten-meter height—then brought its hoof down on the Treant's chest with a sickening, echoing thomp.
