The Behemoth looked bewildered and confused, but Flora didn't give it the chance to linger. She soared and maneuvered through the air, her body spinning rapidly, hair flying, landing two swift punches that surprisingly forced the Behemoth back several steps.
The Behemoth, which had been so confident earlier, immediately let out a terrified, eerie cry, suddenly realizing the frightening truth—that Flora had strength to match its own.
The Behemoth chose not to surrender.
At this moment, it stood on the ground, its eye sockets burning with ghost fire turned towards Flora, its entire body filled with endless ferocity and menace, like the vengeful souls of thousands from Hell roaring in unison, enveloping the atmosphere with an overwhelming aura of massacre, as if intending to obliterate all living beings on earth in an instant.
A natural battle berserker, the Behemoth excelled in overpowering any prowess, no enemy or defense could withstand its punches.
