[Six Armed Burial Ape]
[Level Before Death: 34]
[Current Soul Projection: Level 40]
Marcus looked at it, and a smile returned to his face.
"I spent five years preparing to leave the First Layer. Do you really think I'd let some sixteen year old newcomer steal this opportunity from me?"
Black soul energy surged madly through the Soul Control Nails embedded in the ground and poured into the giant ape's body.
The Six Armed Burial Ape slowly turned its head.
It looked toward Tiamant. All six massive fists of the Six Armed Burial Ape came crashing down at the same time.
The terrifying spiritual pressure shattered the surrounding black earth inch by inch. Yet just before those six fists, each powerful enough to smash Zich and Tiamant into pieces, could truly descend, Tiamant suddenly raised its head.
Roar!
A dragon's roar exploded through the air.
This was not just any ordinary roar!
It was a command originating from the deepest depths of Tiamant's powerful bloodline.
