Your greatest understanding sometimes comes not from friends, but enemies.
The Behemoth was defeated, utterly defeated.
Even though they triumphed over this behemoth, Chen Feng was tightly furrowed, uncertain how to articulate his current feelings—everything seemed too easy.
Indeed.
Despite the Behemoth’s Golden Tier-level strength, posing a danger to Flora, Chen Feng felt everything was rather easy.
Almost eerily effortless.
A bizarre island.
Mutated creatures.
Chen Feng expended no small amount of resources to guard against possible threats on this island, confronted by merely a Golden Tier Behemoth.
Perhaps seasoned by great spectacle, Chen Feng found it somewhat unbelievable when facing this truth.
Battle.
Just thusly reached the conclusion.
Next was clean-up operation, the Inferior Demon absorbed in combat to such a level few monsters could withstand its fists. At this moment, the Behemoth’s formidable defense became a competent sandbag.
Ten punches, twenty punches, hundreds of punches.
Even the Inferior Demon lost count of the punches delivered to the Behemoth, just one thing—the Behemoth couldn’t rise, whenever it tried, its body was bombarded with fist strikes as if by hail.
The Behemoth’s body was severely exhausted; it felt it wouldn’t be long before it was beaten to death.
"Roar..."
The Behemoth abandoned resistance, it fell to the ground, its roar no longer full of frenzy, diluted by a sense of mourning, like crying, filled with a forlorn aura.
The sound hoarse, accompanied by a barely audible wailing, more akin to a plea than begging for mercy—a kind of confiding.
Chen Feng stood aside, his body involuntarily shook slightly, uncertain why, as the Behemoth roared, he sensed an impending event.
"Boom!"
A column of fire erupted in the distance, followed by dark smoke blanketing the island sky.
The volcano erupted.
No one anticipated an active volcano on this island, now erupting for some unexplained reason.
Chen Feng’s unease intensified.
Amidst the volcanic eruption, the human form gradually receded, transformed into a real Demon; ahead, he sharply detected a menacing presence.
The Behemoth before him wasn’t the island’s supreme entity.
Its shout wasn’t merely one of weakness or distress, but a... call for reinforcements!