Deng Jiajia's pupils suddenly constricted, and the images in the camera's viewfinder were shocking.
A towering figure, three meters tall, was bending its monstrous body segment by segment in an almost absurd posture of submission.
Their decaying heads drooped, revealing bloodied and mangled cheeks, with pus and rotten flesh trembling in the air, just to humbly approach that palm… as if it could be crushed with a single bite.
"Is that… Zuo Bai?"
Deng Jiajia's mouth formed an "O" shape, the lens focused on Zuo Bai's pale and cold palm, along with the monsters' dog-like posture.
This contrast between massive and tiny formed an unparalleled visual impact in the viewfinder, like a surreal oil painting, sending tremors through her whole body.
The trembling surged through her spine like an electric current, a primal fear humans have in the face of the unknown, yet it was also an excitement that could not be suppressed by a journalist.
The scene in the lens was beyond imagination!
