"It's over. I'm dead. Maybe that's for the best. Father, Mother, wife, children—I'm coming to see you. But even if I die, I'll at least bite off a piece of your flesh."
Seeing the Shantak Bird attacking, the middle-aged man's face turned ashen. He knew he was no match for this monster; even if he gave it everything he had, he would not be able to harm it in the slightest.
Even so, he had to show his fury. He was going to die anyway—what was there left to fear?
Boom!
At that instant, a figure descended from the sky. A huge hand seized the Shantak Bird by the head and viciously smashed it into the ground, blasting out an enormous crater.
What?!
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in utter disbelief. He knew full well how terrifying a creature the Shantak Bird was. Even if ordinary humans exhausted all their strength, they could not hurt it in the slightest.
Yet this person, who had appeared out of nowhere, had slapped the Shantak Bird into the ground with a single palm, as easily as smashing tofu. What monstrous strength was this?
Before he could make sense of it, he saw a clump of dark-golden flames emerge from the mysterious figure's hand.
Rumble, rumble!
The next second, the Shantak Bird's body was instantly engulfed in flames. It let out a shrill, miserable scream, more wretched than a pig being slaughtered.
Before long, the Shantak Bird had been burned to ashes, leaving neither corpse nor bones behind.
"Dead? It's dead just like that?!"
The middle-aged man swallowed hard. He could scarcely believe his eyes. This terrifying monster, capable of slaughtering an entire village with ease, had been killed so effortlessly by this mysterious human.
No—it had been burned to death, burned alive into