Bab 818: 426 Dark Hunt Number Two, Casio (4100)_2

After tumbling over a dozen times and covered in dust, Casio's head painfully struck a stone. He let out an exclamation and struggled to stabilize himself.

Due to the strong wind, Solomon didn't choose to stand up but laid down in an undignified manner. He straightened his head and looked forward blankly.

In the midst of the turbulent air waves, two powerful silhouettes were clashing with their fists, their arms meeting hard against each other. It was as if two humanoid beasts were tearing and colliding with each other, every punch bringing a terrifying sound.

Like war drums on a battlefield, the sounds of power continued relentlessly.

Bang! Crackling and popping!