Compared to the recent blow, this one was much heavier. After being smashed by the Crocodile God's incredibly hard shell, the hard ground of the Emerald Valley cracked open on impact, burying half of the Goddess of Fortune's head in the soil!
"..."
*I should have known to stay put in the Realm of the Dead if I had known I'd run into this!*
While the Goddess of Fortune lay silent from the pounding, the Crocodile God, whose neck and lower back shell were being grasped by Leon and slammed down like a mad stone, began to regret why it even ventured out.
When a Cleaner, not just bold but seemingly reckless, approached, it couldn't be said that he did not resist.
But whether it opened its mouth to bite or swung its tail to sweep, all it could produce were strings of strange, colorful bubbles upon contact, failing to inflict any effective harm. Meanwhile, the opponent could swing around, using a slap still stained with the goddess's blood, and fiercely smack it back!
