บท 1030: Chapter 642: What's Actually Wrong with Him?_2

At that moment, his body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, creating a fierce wind that whipped up the dust around him, resembling a famished tiger pouncing on its prey in a deadly assault on Mok.

It all seemed to take ages.

But in reality, it was just a matter of a split second.

Watching the "ant" charging at him, which was not even one ten-thousandth of his own size,

Mok's sharp claws subconsciously clenched into fists. His muscles tensed and veins bulged, emitting a strong murderous aura in continuous roars, trying to psych himself up in this crude way.

Yet, his trembling legs, like sieves, along with his feet, were the first to betray the Foreign Heavenly Pride's innermost thoughts.

He was truly scared.

Even his flesh, which he had once taken great pride in, now inexplicably made him feel like a living target.

The Ten Crown King's gaze was indifferent, closely watching Mok, targeting him within his line of sight.