C364 Rage of the Mountain
Taking a deep breath, Yang Pann bent down and reached out his left hand to grab the narrowest part of the stone stick.
"Rise!"
Along with a furious roar, the muscles on Yang Pann's left arm, which was wrapped in dark green scales, immediately bulged up. Traces of dark red electric light surrounded his left arm and the strange stone stick.
Only the sound of rushing wind could be heard
