Each one is tens of meters tall.
Puff, like butterflies breaking out of cocoons, the lumps burst open, and what crawled out were not beautiful butterflies but terrifying monsters.
They came in various shapes and sizes, but all had crimson eyes, staring at the Storm below, letting out sharp screams, and then charging down.
"Haha, come on!"
Storm laughed, completely unfazed by their numbers, and instead charged forward head-on.
His right hand clenched tightly, and he fiercely delivered a cannon fist punch to the nearest monster's face.
Bam! With this punch, Storm felt as if he was hitting dough.
The enemy's pig nose and eye sockets were deeply sunken, yet not much blood flowed out. Instead, there was a sensation of his fist being bitten by the enemy where he landed the punch.
His right arm felt as if it were stuck in a swamp, unable to pull out.
