The ground surged like waves.
That scaled large hand grabbed Wenjiu's ankle, yanking him violently downward.
Wenjiu's stout body sank straight into the ground, up to his neck.
Leveraging this reactive force, the owner of the scaled hand shot out, leaping from the pit.
It was none other than Pick from the Tiger Shark Sea Race!
This Sea Race had taken Wenjiu's combination wrestling mystical arts and only had a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Such a domineering throwing skill, but that's exactly what I'm not afraid of!"
Pick grinned fiercely, "No matter how strong you are, can you shatter the earth? I am the earth!"
From the side, a shadow swiftly skimmed the ground, it was Haqin from the Flying Fish Sea Race, his four transparent wing membranes vibrating at high speed, the fine line in his hand swept past Wenjiu's head.
If this had hit, it would have been enough to lift Wenjiu's skull cap.
