章節 1747: Face-slapping, Round 11 (6)

He climbed up, sticking his bloody fingers into the side of the cliff.

Thump —

The sound of his fingers piercing the stone was quite jarring.

It gave one the creeps.

Just then, crack!

The mountain peak a few hundred meters away was finally brought down by the landslide. With a cracking sound, the mountain peak fell apart and was soon devoured by the running torrent. The whole mountain peak disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

Sefiro was speechless.

Both of them looked astonished.

Compared with the power of nature, humans were such petty beings.

Seven paled a little. If he hadn't jumped over to this side, he wouldn't have survived.

Whoosh!

Seven picked up speed.

But Feng Wu didn't want him to climb to the top. She picked up a long stick and tried to poke Seven's head with it.

Seven was speechless.