“You dare to eat me?” The colossal golden bird cast a sidelong glance, its pupils like swirling golden vortexes, terrifying enough to devour one’s soul. “I… why do I feel dizzy?” The crimson bird shuddered, its feathers standing on end as it shook its head violently to regain composure. The divine bird’s golden eyes were deep, its vortexes like abyssal seas, truly capable of pulling souls in—had it been any ordinary creature, it would have perished instantly!
Perched atop a massive boulder, its body radiant with golden light, it exuded an innate majesty, as if a golden deity had descended to gaze upon its subjects. Little Rascal felt a chill—this mystical giant bird was formidable, demanding vigilance lest he suffer a grievous defeat.
“Enough talk! Let me go first—I’ll tear this yellow-skinned monkey apart! I’ve endured him long enough!” The berserk ape roared, stomping forward as the first to strike. The earth trembled with each step, rocks bouncing underfoot. Towering over ten meters tall, its sheer stomping force far exceeded its weight. Its thick black fur, a foot long, was both terrifying and grotesque.
“Be careful! This berserk ape possesses boundless strength and the Diamond Divine Power Treasure Spell,” the weakened Nine-Headed Lion warned from behind. The Five-Colored Luan Bird groaned—it had been grievously wounded by the ape, nearly torn in half, and now lay bloodied on the ground, the most severely injured among them.
With a deafening *boom*, the black berserk ape stomped down, exuding arrogance, savagery, and disdain, aiming to crush Little Rascal beneath its foot. Its gaping maw and jagged fangs made for a horrifying visage—this was sheer arrogance, an insult, as if a dragon were carelessly trampling an insect, unstoppable in its might.
But who was Little Rascal? He had never been bullied before, and he wasn’t about to start now. Without hesitation, he raised the Suan Ni Treasure Mirror and unleashed a thick golden lightning bolt directly into the ape’s foot.
“ROAR—!” The berserk ape howled in agony. Though its massive black foot shimmered with runes, its reckless stomp had left it unprotected. The lightning pierced through, leaving a charred stench in its wake.
Seizing the advantage, Little Rascal charged forward, summoning the golden bone scissors and slashing at the scorched wound with divine brilliance.
*Splat!* Blood sprayed as the ape was wounded, but it reacted swiftly, summoning a protective divine aura. Black light surged as it leaped dozens of meters into the air, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.
The Dragon-Serpent Scissors returned, dripping with blood. Little Rascal’s expression remained cold as he raised the treasure mirror again, unleashing a thick bolt of lightning toward the sky.
The berserk ape was furious—its initial carelessness had cost it dearly, leaving it on the defensive. Despite its size, it was agile, flipping midair and landing hundreds of meters away with a thunderous crash that split the earth. In frustration, it smashed a boulder weighing over a hundred thousand pounds into dust.
Now fully enraged, it abandoned all arrogance. Retreating, its body erupted with light as a surge of black mist spiraled around it like a tornado—this was the Diamond Rune, a divine power that swelled its body to a staggering thirty meters, its muscles bulging like coiled dragons.
*BOOM!* The ape charged again, encased in black light like a massive bell. The earth split beneath its feet, rocks and debris surging like a tidal wave to bury Little Rascal.
“Break!” Little Rascal stomped the ground, silver runes spreading as a luminous moon enveloped him, lifting him into the air like a deity.
“Suppress!” He shifted his stance, summoning a myriad of runes—now like a Roc spreading its wings, now like a Chi Dragon striking the heavens, now like a True Hou devouring the moon. These were the primal runes from the *Primordial True Interpretation*, not mere spells, yet wielded by Little Rascal, they transformed decay into wonder!
With a deafening crash, the black tidal wave was shattered. Though small, the boy’s power was unmatched—his punch shook the heavens.
The berserk ape’s eyes burned with fury as it swung a massive hand down like thunder, aiming to crush Little Rascal into paste. Both combatants glowed with runic power, their clash a terrifying fusion of physical and mystical might.
When they collided, the ape’s hand spasmed in agony—Little Rascal’s tiny fist, wreathed in runes, had pierced its flesh, splattering blood. How could such a small body contain such overwhelming force?
“BREAK!” The ape roared, its black light intensifying into a colossal bell that repelled Little Rascal with a resonant *DONG!*
Little Rascal retaliated with a palm strike, the impact echoing for miles. “Incredible spell!” he marveled—the ape’s defensive power was astounding.
The black ape howled, pounding its chest as the bell detached and hurtled toward Little Rascal, trapping him beneath its terrifying aura.
“Yellow-skinned monkey, you dare challenge me? I’ll grind your bones to dust!” The ape slammed the bell repeatedly, its deafening toll meant to pulverize its foe.
Yet Little Rascal stood firm, shielded by a silver moon, rooted like an ancient tree.
“Hmph! You’re tougher than I thought. Again!” The ape intensified its assault, inscribing ancient glyphs—*Seal, Slay, Refine, Sacrifice*—onto the bell. The tolling took on a ritualistic cadence, the black light surging like a flood to consume its prey.
“Is this all you’ve got, you overgrown gorilla?” Little Rascal’s body blazed with runes. With a final explosive strike, he shattered the black bell into fragments.
The ape was sent flying, crashing into a mountain, blood gushing from its mouth. It staggered up, roaring in fury.
“Divine Runes Embodied!” it bellowed, transforming into a wrathful Vajra. Runic armor encased its limbs as it charged with earth-shattering force, even uprooting a mountain to hurl at Little Rascal.
Yet the boy met it head-on, his raw strength surpassing even the ape’s. After dozens of exchanges, he grabbed one of the ape’s fingers and *slammed* it into a mountainside, sending debris flying.
The onlookers were stunned—how could such a small figure wield such monstrous strength?
The ape howled as its finger snapped.
*CRASH!* Little Rascal grabbed another finger and hurled it into another mountain, nearly burying the beast alive.
“ROOOAR—!” The ape shrank back to its original size, its runes fading.
Seizing the moment, Little Rascal lunged, gripping the ape’s wrist and *smashed* it into the ground, fissures spiderwebbing for hundreds of meters.
*BOOM!* He swung it overhead and *slammed* it down again, shaking the very mountains.
The spectators were paralyzed—what kind of power lay within that tiny frame?
“Stop him!” The other ancient beasts, a dozen in total, surged forward, unwilling to watch their comrade be beaten to death.
Five powerful creatures charged—humanoids, beasts, and raptors—shattering the earth and darkening the sky with their assault.
“KILL!” Treasure light flashed, runes filled the air, and artifacts rained down in a terrifying spectacle.
Little Rascal roared back, unleashing everything—golden bone scissors, Suan Ni mirror, silver moon, countless lightning bolts—turning the sky into a dazzling battlefield.
The clash was cataclysmic. One beast was bisected by the scissors, its treasure shattered. A raptor was struck by lightning, fleeing charred and broken. The remaining three staggered back, grievously wounded.
Little Rascal paused, his back bleeding from a sneak attack—far deadlier than the five beasts combined.
The White Tiger licked the blood from its claws, smirking. “Delicious. Just the prey I like.”
“You’re dead!” Little Rascal sprinted forward, trampling the ape’s broken body—each step cracking its bones until it could no longer rise.
The White Tiger met him mid-charge, their battle a blur of light and fury, shaking the heavens with each collision.
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