This is a pangolin, its entire body a pale golden color and astonishingly large, stretching over several dozen meters. It lies coiled there, its golden eyes cold and full of malevolent aura.
The sheer size of this spirit beast is enough to make one's hair stand on end, sending chills down the spine. What kind of immense power could such a golden mountain-sized body contain?
Little One's expression remains calm, neither happy nor worried, as he quietly watches, preparing for a breathtaking battle.
The pangolin seems to have slaughtered millions, exuding a brutal and bloody aura. In an instant, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appear, eerie and terrifying.
"Is it about to begin?" Little One focuses, bracing himself to defend against this mental assault.
The scenes are so vivid—tribes being destroyed, everyone slaughtered, corpses strewn everywhere, blood-filled puddles, and the earth turned crimson.
It is like hell itself; an ordinary person would immediately collapse.
Little One's expression is grave. This spirit beast is no ordinary one, and perhaps it carries something extraordinary, recording these horrific scenes, emitting a chilling aura.
The massive pangolin moves, causing the entire mountain to shake. Its several dozen-meter-long body emits dazzling light, turning rocks, trees, and fallen leaves into pale gold.
The mountain is shrouded in a misty haze, with a powerful killing intent.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the pangolin moves, like a golden ocean roaring, raising a great wave that surges forward. In an instant, ancient trees snap under this golden tide, flying away, and rocks do the same, chaotic and soaring into the sky.
The scene is astonishing, like crashing waves on the shore. Rocks and giant trees break apart and shoot skyward, shattering under the golden aura.
In the distance, a group of bandits trembles, their fierce demeanor vanishing, shivering at the sight of this divine-like force.
A huge golden claw reaches out, extending several meters, striking at Little One, shattering rocks and turning trees into dust, its brilliance and power astonishing.
Little One does not evade. With a single swing of his arm, empowered by immense divine strength and newly gained breakthroughs, combined with the power of his talismans, he meets the attack head-on.
"Boom!"
His small hand, covered in talismans, clashes with the giant golden claw, erupting into a blinding light that sweeps in all directions.
Trees snap, rocks fly through the air, and distant bandits are thrown like dry grass. The golden aura spreads widely, terrifyingly.
When the dust settles, Little One has only taken a few steps back. His divine power is extraordinary, standing firm against the enormous golden pangolin without falling behind.
The golden spirit beast's eyes reveal a strange light. It is no ordinary spirit beast, having a significant background with ancient dragon blood, its body incredibly strong.
"Boom!"
The pangolin moves again, abruptly turning around and sweeping its golden tail, demolishing everything in its path, breaking a massive stone weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds with ease.
So powerful and violent.
Little One does not act recklessly; instead, he avoids the attack with nimble movements, like a butterfly, retreating in the face of the raging force.
The golden giant tail sweeps through the battlefield, breaking several large stones weighing thousands of pounds, only then losing some of its force. As it starts to slow down, Little One seizes the moment, reaching out with both hands to grasp the scales on its tail, holding tightly, and then furiously swinging it around.
"What?" In the distance, the bandits' eyes almost bulge out. Such a massive spirit beast is actually being moved.
Little One swings the tail and slams it against the mountain wall with a resounding crash, burying the area in falling rocks, creating a spectacular scene.
Although he used a clever maneuver, his strength remains astonishing, making it hard to believe he is just a seven or eight-year-old child.
"Is he a descendant of the ancient ferocious beasts?"
"During the ancient times, beasts like Yaogu and Taotie could challenge gods. Their descendants should be similar. How can such a terrifying child appear in this wilderness?" The bandit leader reveals a look of fear.
"Boom!"
Dozens of thousands of pounds of stones fly into the air as the golden pangolin emerges, completely unharmed and indifferent. Such attacks are unlikely to break its tough hide.
As a spirit beast, mysterious and powerful, it is far from being easily defeated or heavily injured.
The pangolin charges, battling Little One with immense strength. Every time it strikes with its golden claws, it creates a fierce wind strong enough to shatter a small mountain.
Yet, Little One blocks every attack, darting and leaping, standing his ground against this golden spirit beast, both sides bursting with dazzling light and formidable aura.
"The strength of a physical body able to contend with a spirit beast with ancient dragon blood is like something out of myth. And he is still just a child," the bandit leader feels as if he's losing his mind, unable to believe the scene before him.
The battle between the large and small beings rages on for hundreds of exchanges with no clear winner. The bandits are stunned—who would believe that a mere child could contend with a spirit beast?
Suddenly, the pangolin stands upright, its divine light spreading, its strength greatly increased. It moves with remarkable agility, like a person, its claws and limbs flexible, and its hind legs as nimble as human legs, executing rapid movements.
With a swipe,
It strikes down with a claw. Little One avoids it, but the pangolin immediately raises a leg, sweeping horizontally with the skill of a master martial artist, swift and brutal.
Little One is airborne, unable to avoid, and crosses his hands to block the leg, being sent flying.
However, at this moment, the spirit beast spins like lightning, and with a sweeping motion of its huge golden tail, it slices through the air.
"Boom!"
Even though Little One crosses his arms to block, the mid-air strike lands solidly, sending him crashing into the distant mountain wall.
A human-shaped crater forms, the rock wall fractures, and boulders tumble down, creating a shocking sight.
Little One spits out a mouthful of blood, shakes off the rock debris, and escapes from the crack, his eyes bright and even more cautious.
The golden spirit beast is massive, yet its movements are incredibly agile, with no hint of clumsiness, a remarkable contrast to its size.
With a swift turn, it leaps towards Little One, a colossal creature several dozen meters long. If it hits, it could cause the mountain to collapse.
Little One is astonished, having indeed underestimated this spirit beast. With talismans glowing, he moves at high speed, shooting up from the rocks and dodging to the side.
The golden pangolin charges down, missing its target, and then performs a fierce crosswise sweep, aiming to crush Little One between the mountain walls, fierce and relentless.
The speed is overwhelming, like a streak of golden lightning. The spirit beast's movements are swift, its strikes quick as fire, powerful and domineering.
Little One, covered in talismans, clings to the mountain wall, moving up swiftly like a gecko, scaling dozens of meters in an instant.
With a thunderous roar, the golden pangolin pressed against the rock wall, failing to crush Little One, causing the mountain to rumble and enormous cracks to appear.
Little One acted decisively, diving down like a divine bird. He spread his wings and soared into the sky, then descended rapidly, landing with a thud on the spirit beast’s head.
His strength was immense. He had previously been able to lift stones weighing over a hundred thousand pounds, so this powerful kick easily shattered the golden scales, causing a spurt of spirit beast blood to erupt.
One cannot deny the immense power of this pangolin. Its tough hide meant that while a kick from Little One would have been fatal for other strong beings, it barely harmed the pangolin. It shook its head violently, and the golden aura flared, sending Little One flying.
"So strong!" Little One was astonished. This spirit beast was much more formidable than he had anticipated.
Talismans flashed, and magical techniques flew up intermittently. The fierce battle continued, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of exchanges had passed. Little One was increasingly alarmed. He had already sustained severe injuries. Besides a powerful strike from the golden tail, he had also been clawed on the back, almost breaking his spine. Blood poured out, and Little One coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
This spirit beast was both ferocious and powerful, extremely difficult to handle. Little One suspected that the spirit beast had some serious internal issue; otherwise, it would be even more terrifying.
The golden pangolin must have a significant background, possibly originating from a relatively large tribe, otherwise, it wouldn’t be so extraordinary, and its bloodline seemed very noble.
"It has hidden ailments; otherwise, I wouldn't have a chance and would have to escape," Little One murmured to himself.
He also struck with thunderous force, injuring the spirit beast because his attack power was truly immense. His physical strength was even greater than that of the famed pangolin, shattering many of its scales, but it was still difficult to deal significant damage.
Suddenly, with a buzzing sound, a terrifying wave of energy erupted. Golden rain filled the sky, an aura so horrifying it was chilling.
Little One's hair stood on end, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. The golden rain wasn’t petals but the spirit beast's golden scales. It had shed all its scales in an instant, launching this terrifying attack.
"This is its treasure!"
Little One shuddered. Each scale was a treasure, now transformed into a rain of gold. It appeared dazzling and beautiful but was incredibly deadly, a torrent of golden rage.
He moved swiftly to the side, trying to dodge as the treasure's power unleashed its terror.
The golden rain was clearly visible as it fell, leaving pits and craters on the stone mountain and cliff, creating transparent holes as it was pierced through.
Although Little One moved quickly, he could not fly or teleport. The dense golden scales blocked his path.
"Open!"
He shouted loudly, his hands glowing. Two silver moons appeared and collided, quickly merging into a silver grinding disk, blocking his path.
The silver disk spun, creating a powerful suction force that drew in the golden scales, attempting to grind them all.
However, this was a genuine treasure and could not be completely shattered. The precious golden scales were merely partially suppressed.
Some of the scales still flew around, filling the sky with golden rain. The sound of "puff puff" echoed as Little One was unable to dodge completely. Three golden scales pierced through his body, leaving three transparent blood holes.
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