Lightning and violent winds had ravaged the entire wilderness, and Shuang Ge, bearing the brunt of the assault, was torn and lacerated by the countless forces of wind and thunder.
Every inch of its skin was covered with deep, bone-deep scars.
Its hefty member was charred from the electricity, hanging on by just a thread of skin, ready to fall off at any moment.
"Huff... huff..." Shuang Ge propped itself up on its two hands, struggling to rise. Under the assault of the Secret Technique: Sudden Gust and Thunder, it bore no semblance of its former image, yet its eyes still flickered with a ferocious light.
The stick, marred with erosions from the wind, was gripped tightly in its hands.
Seizing the moment when Russell was overexerted from his powerful blow and began to gather strength to recover, Shuang Ge suddenly grabbed its member and tore at it fiercely.
"Faust!"