Red light sliced through the cramped space. Yang An was completely surrounded by the monster's body, with no room to escape. Above him, its ferocious maw descended, its sharp mouthparts like a pair of giant daggers.
In the face of the monster's assault, Yang An's aura surged. His body expanded, suffused with a golden glow, as he threw a punch.
Compared to Light Magic, the power of those red lights was worlds apart. They couldn't even leave a mark when they landed on him and could be completely ignored.
The punch landed on the monster's clamping mouthparts, which instantly shattered. It pierced through into the creature's massive maw, making its entire head shudder.
Yang An's feet sank as the reactive force drove him down into the earth, but that was the extent of it.
'It looked so terrifying, but it turns out it's just a paper tiger.'
He smiled faintly. Even with the combined power of so many people, it was only at the level of a Zombie God. Nothing special.
