188: Chapter 189 Slaying the Black-Armored Pangolin

The aura of this beast was more solid and heavy than that of the Heavy-Armored Thunder Dragon.

Song Yang hovered in mid-air, having already made his judgment.

The power of the Heavy-Armored Thunder Dragon was ostentatious and outward-facing.

But the Black Armored Pangolin Beast before him had power restrained to the extreme, like a silent piece of ten-thousand-year dark iron—unassuming, yet giving one a suffocating feeling of being unable to be shaken.

Song Yang was seventy percent sure he could break through the scales of that Heavy-Armored Thunder Dragon, but this thing before him...

He took a deep breath and hesitated no longer.

With a flip of his wrist, a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Let's test it.

As the thought arose, Song Yang's figure did not retreat but advanced, shooting into the sky like an arrow flying against the current.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters... until the ruined city beneath his feet became mere blurred patches of color, he suddenly stopped.

Then, he descended.

There was no roar, no superfluous movement.

He poured all his power into a single point, man and spear becoming one, transforming into a pitch-black meteor that slammed vertically toward the 'small hill' lurking below.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the Black Armored Pangolin Beast in his field of vision rapidly enlarged.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch its spine, the behemoth seemed to belatedly realize the danger.

Its head retracted violently, and its massive body instantly curled up with an agility completely inconsistent with its size.

"Clack! Clack! Clack!"

Black scales, each larger than a door panel, layered and locked together. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant iron ball covered in ferocious barbs, protecting all its vital points tightly.

The timing was perfect.

The next instant, the spear tip collided with the scales with a boom!

"Screech—"

That sound was more like a divine weapon being forcibly pressed against a grindstone, desperately trying to drill in.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The terrifying kinetic energy contained in the spear caused the shaft to bend into a breathtaking arc.

The black spear successfully pried open a gap between the scales and stabbed deep inside.

But that was all.

The spear shaft sank in about half a meter and could not advance even a fraction further.

It didn't feel like stabbing into flesh, but rather like piercing into a rubber tire wrapped in layers, which dissipated all his force.

Not even a drop of blood flowed out.

Song Yang's heart sank abruptly.

He knew that his strike hadn't injured its main body at all.

And just then, the 'iron ball' beneath his feet moved.

It didn't let out any roar, but simply gave a violent jolt, and an irresistible, immense force rolled back along the spear shaft.

Song Yang was sent flying high into the air.

Immediately after, the giant iron ball began to roll slowly, and with an aura that would crush everything, it rumbled toward the direction where he had just been knocked away!

All the ruins and broken walls along the way were instantly ground into powder.

The target was him!

At a critical moment.

Song Yang's pupils constricted, and while in mid-air, he descended rapidly toward the ground.

Dozens of blood vines appeared before Song Yang and, with an incredible speed, spiraled madly and began to drill into the ground!

The hard frozen earth and fragmented concrete blocks were as fragile as tofu before them.

A bottomless black hole formed in an instant.

Song Yang's figure fell straight into it.

The next moment, the terrifying iron ball covered in barbs rolled right over the spot where he had just been.

Inside the deep cave, Song Yang steadied himself. Above his head, there was the continuous sound of crushing; the beast seemed unsure if he was dead and was rolling back and forth on the spot.

Song Yang looked up at the impregnable 'fortress.'

Attack from underground?

The thought flashed through his mind, then he rejected it.

This Black Armored Pangolin Beast, when curled up, was a seamless whole; there was no so-called 'bottom.'

No matter which angle he attacked from, he would face that layer of scales that was despairingly dense.

It was waiting for him to come out.

And he was waiting for it to unfold.

A stalemate was meaningless.

A fierce look flashed in Song Yang's eyes, and he waited no longer.

He shot into the sky like a cannonball from the side of the hole he had drilled, once again hovering high in the air.

The giant iron ball sensed the movement, its rolling motion came to an abrupt halt, and it lay quietly, as if mocking his futile efforts.

Song Yang flipped his wrist, the black spear vanished, and in its place were three alien corpses.

The instant the corpses appeared, the 'iron ball' below moved.

"Clack... clack clack..."

The sound of scales rubbing against each other rang out again, but this time, it was not to lock, but to unfold.

The layered black scales slowly opened, its massive body was liberated from its spherical shape, and its ferocious head poked out, its greedy gaze locked firmly onto the three 'delicacies' in mid-air.

It even let out a low, yearning rumble.

Now!

Just as the Black Armored Pangolin Beast stretched its body, its four limbs just stepping onto the ground, preparing to prop itself up and pounce toward the energy source—

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The ground beneath it exploded without warning!

The blood vines that had long been lurking there, like chains reaching out from hell, wrapped precisely around its thick limbs with lightning speed!

"Roar—!!!"

Only then did this silent behemoth let out its first roar of shock and anger.

It struggled frantically, its terrifying power causing the earth to crack; the blood vines were pulled taut, emitting an unbearable 'creaking' sound.

But, it was ultimately one step too late.

This momentary restraint had already created a kill shot opportunity for Song Yang.

His figure had appeared beneath the belly of the Black Armored Pangolin Beast before anyone knew it.

Here, there were no scales.

Only a relatively soft, grayish-white membrane.

The spear swept across rapidly, without encountering any decent resistance.

Scalding internal organs and dark green blood, mixed with a foul stench, splashed down with a boom.

The roar of the Black Armored Pangolin Beast came to an abrupt end, its massive body stiffened violently, then it collapsed heavily to the ground, completely silent.

Song Yang sidestepped to avoid the filth, retrieved the three priceless baits, and then chopped off the behemoth's head.

On the other end of the battlefield, the slaughter was intense.

"Boom—!"

A blinding pillar of lightning swept across, instantly blasting a half-collapsed high-rise building into molten glass.

"Scatter! Find new cover!"

A middle-aged man, leaning behind an abandoned armor plate, roared into his communicator.

Just at this critical moment between life and death, the woman holding a sniper rifle suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was the sound.

The roaring and crashing sounds that had been coming from the east since the battle began, like thunder that made people's hearts tremble, had disappeared.

The world seemed to suddenly become half as quiet.

In the moment of distraction, a dark shadow tore through the smoke above the battlefield without warning.

That shadow was ridiculously fast; it wasn't rushing toward them, nor toward the Heavy-Armored Thunder Dragon, but flying straight toward the entrance of the distant Underground City.

The Heavy-Armored Thunder Dragon, which was charging up to spit a lightning pillar, saw the electricity in its throat dim slightly, and its huge head rose, as if it too had sensed this uninvited guest.

It was a person.

A person holding something huge in one hand.

It wasn't until the dark shadow flew closer that they saw clearly what he was holding in his hand.

It was a head.

A ferocious, massive head covered in black scales!

Thick, non-human biological fluid dripped from the severed end, drawing a black line in the air.

It's the Black Armored Pangolin Beast!

That unremarkable Song Yang had actually slain the Black Armored Pangolin Beast alone while they were struggling in a bitter fight.

It was truly hard for people to believe.

Song Yang ignored their gazes; what he needed to do now was to exchange it for the azure water. He wanted to see what kind of effect this mysterious object, worth a King-level Monster, could have.