Chapter 1185 - 585: Scarlet and Pitch Black_3

In order to quickly shatter the small group surrounding it and break free, it could and was willing to pay a certain price.

"Roar!"

Thoughts flashed through its mind, and a vague plan had already taken shape in its heart.

It lifted the ship anchor in its hand, seemingly enraged by the nimble attacks of the Spotted Cat race, roaring furiously as it slammed the weapon in their direction.

The Blood Skin Shark Beast didn’t hold back, the metal anchor body wrapped in immense force seemed to smash through the very air.

In the instant of the Shark Beast’s movement, Sasha, who maintained high concentration after the attack, responded swiftly.

Daring not to underestimate the situation at all.

Fully aware in her heart, with the power of the opponent’s attack and her own body strength, not only being hit directly, but even a slight graze could result in losing combat ability.

As if using some Battle Skill, her legs bent to store energy, a faint glow appeared between her feet and the ground.

Then, with a sudden force, her slender fit body soared lightly from the ground with a bang, like a rocket.

The anchor struck empty ground, kicking up a spray of gravel.

As if that full-force strike had left the Shark Beast in a particular rigid state after swinging the anchor.

Druid Hai Yin, keenly aware of this opportunity as she lay in wait from afar, poured Magic Power into her Magic Wand as if money was no object, transforming into dazzling Magical light blasting forth.

"Zzz..."

Bright and sharp coral formed on the surface of the Shark Beast’s body, like clusters of sharp blades, piercing the skin as they rubbed against it, injecting toxins with corrosive and paralyzing effects into the flesh.

Lorin, in a well-coordinated effort, had already prepared for action the instant she saw the Shark Beast’s attack, almost as the anchor fell, she had circled to the Shark Beast’s back.

The scimitar wreathed in orange-red Flame deeply cleaved its thick flesh amid a whistling sound, high temperatures evaporating fresh blood, the blade edges emitting a "sizzle" sound from burning.

Barbarian Aken was a bit slower to react and didn’t manage to step forward in time, currently in the stage of storing energy with both hands gripping the axe hilt.

Sefeng moved with agility, although not a member of "Sword of Vengeance", coordination was not smooth, upon sensing an opportunity to attack, he cautiously moved forward and circled to the left rear where the Shark Beast’s line of sight was blind.

The Double bladed Stabbing Sword in his hand looked about to stab into the opponent’s vulnerable side flank under the ribs.

But at that moment, a powerful and unprecedented sense of crisis erupted from his heart due to biological instincts.

And in the instant the stabbing sword entered, surged to its peak.

The Elf intuitively loosened his grip on the sword hilt, wind at his feet as he tried to escape.

But the fierce whistling of air breaking had already sounded from behind him.

"Gotcha, little bug."

Shhh—

The Shark Beast’s long tail with leaf-like dorsal blades swept across the air, cleanly severing Sefeng from between the thighs.

Using the stiffness after the attack as a trap, paying the price of light injuries, the Blood Skin Shark Beast found a breakthrough in this temporarily formed adventurer group after just two rounds, and seized the opportunity to overturn them.

Violent crimson eyes swept across the faces of the three adventurers quickly retreating around it.

The Blood Skin Shark Beast’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, its sharp claw-like fingers resembling the hooks of a claw crane, using three fingers, grasped the head of the little mouse on the ground.

Lifting the Pure blood Elf Sefeng, whose leg stumps were gushing blood amidst pained wails, no longer with his former grace, from the blood-soaked sandy ground.

Ready to crush the skull between its fingers in front of everyone.

Suddenly, another shrill scream sounded from afar behind.

Turning around, eyes looked towards the direction of the sound.

Only to see that elderly Fishman Priest who had summoned it to the Material Realm, standing stiff on the spot, bright blue blood trickling from the mouth.

A gray-black Straight Sword had already penetrated its chest.

Exerting force, a horizontal cut.

The arc of light flashed.

The elderly Fishman’s half body, sticky with flesh and blood, drooped down like a banana peel half-stripped away, spilling viscera onto the ground.

Revealing behind a pair of eyes reflecting bright blue blood, dark as a mysterious forest pool.

The cruel smile on the Blood Skin Shark Beast’s face instantly froze.

Its hand instinctively exerted force, crushing the Elf skull between its fingers.

Crimson and pitch-black.

Two invisible gazes seemingly touched in the void, clashing from afar.