บท 102: A Great Harvest

Shua shua shua.

The sharp cries of winter wreaked havoc on the earth.

The dark-skinned ox demon's legs, which were as thick as tree trunks, stomped firmly on the ground. Its three-meter-tall body showed that his strength far exceeded ordinary people's.

Its eyes were red as it looked around. From time to time, two columns of air would be exhaled from its fist-sized nostrils, which would blow over its sharp and huge horns.

It was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and every time it swung its head, it would bring up a whistling wind. The unlucky winter birds were split into two. 

It suddenly bent down and sniffed the ground. His hot breath hit the ground, melting the snow instantly. He revealed a pair of fists...

BOOM!

The violent power instantly poured into the ox demon.