The strong wind carried the torrential rain, howling and sweeping under the heavy leaden clouds.
The entire world was grey.
Galos was circling within the thick layers of clouds, his eyes looking down at the earth submerged in rain, clearly spotting a trail of frost-white ice on the gloomy, waterlogged ground, and at the end of this trail stood a giant beast.
Humanoid in shape, with tusks on its face, its entire body covered in snow-white fur.
The most terrifying aspect was its size, walking upright on the ground, towering at a height of twenty meters, like a white hill.
Compared to this giant beast.
Even Galos seemed much smaller.
Even some adult dragons could not match this beast in size.
"The Behemoth, just like recorded in the heritage, larger than the Dragon Race and giants, truly a biological weapon meant for war."
Galos shook his thick neck and said.
Iron Dragon Solrog was also staring at the Behemoth, snorting lightly with dissatisfaction, he said:
