The moment a heavenly tribulation of divine smithing thunder and hail bombarded the area indiscriminately, the three frantically fighting beasts froze in place. The head-on "five-metal gift package" that had just smashed into their skulls was delightfully eccentric.
The Mountain-Moving Rock Ape stared blankly at the warm jade gravel with faint starlight patterns scattered across its hammer, a "simian" thought popping inside its crude stone skull: Could it be... that in smashing that bird with my giant hammer, I inadvertently activated the bloodline of an ancient divine artisan, prompting the heavens to take pity and send divine hammers to assist?
Its broken-gold copper-bell eyes looked toward the churning clouds in the sky with a hint of infatuated piety.
Chapter 540