"How... how did another one suddenly appear? Was it because I summoned Rageclaw...?"
Bai Xiaowen's thoughts raced. If summoning Rageclaw had caused a second Yellowstone Strongman to appear, this dungeon was a downright dirty trick.
Wasn't a summoner supposed to rely on superior numbers?
Mount Heming Daoist Ancestral Court, do you have it in for me or what?
Bai Xiaowen cursed inwardly, but he did not dare summon any other creatures. He used to enjoy ganging up on his opponents. Now he was stuck fighting fair, one on one.
He was immensely glad he had not rashly summoned every creature in the Black Soul Stone. That would have been a disaster.
Rageclaw did not clash head-on with the first Yellowstone Strongman. He darted around to its side and raked it with a claw. Stone chips flew, but the strongman took barely any damage.
The second Yellowstone Strongman slid toward him as though it had wheels under its feet, its legs hardly bending at all. Its arm came hammering down.
Bai Xiaowen narrowed his eyes, anticipated the blow, and dodged.
The two Yellowstone Strongmen were tough and hard to kill, but they were not especially dangerous on the attack.
Their staggering strength of over 130 might scare most people, but what mattered was how they actually fought.
The Yellowstone Strongmen could not step normally. They could only glide and turn on the wheels beneath their feet. Their footwork—and therefore their ability to dodge—was far worse than a normal enemy's.
And although they could attack with their arms, their elbows could not bend. Their moves were predictable.
By watching the directions in which the Yellowstone Strongmen turned and glided, Bai Xiaowen could work out the few punches they could throw and dodge in advance. Honestly, they were far less dangerous on the