"Get out of my way!"
The Wild Boar Monster finally lost his temper and sent several security guards flying with a wave of his hand.
I may not be human, but you're all real pigs—a whole team of useless idiots.
If these morons hadn't opened fire recklessly, he would've beaten the assassin to death by now.
The security guards had their reasons, too. The assassin had nearly run out of the garden. What if he doubled back toward the house or escaped outside?
The garden was the best place to catch or kill him.
The Wild Boar Monster knocked away his troublesome teammates, then lowered his head and charged at Fang Cheng again with Savage Charge.
Fang Cheng held the Dark Bible and had put enough distance between himself and the Wild Boar Monster.
He watched the charging monster and spoke the divine words.
"Collapse!"
The ground beneath the Wild Boar Monster suddenly gave way, swallowing his tall, burly body.
But it wasn't deep enough. His pig head was still sticking out.
He braced his legs, ready to leap back up, but Fang Cheng's voice rang out right after.
"Collapse!"
"Collapse!"
"Collapse!"
The Wild Boar Monster felt the ground disappear beneath him and plunged down again. After falling three times in a row, he ended up at the bottom of a pit five or six meters deep.
Apart from archbishops like Mizuma Atsushi, no cultist would dare use it like this. The deeper the Collapse, the higher the price. Repeatedly using the same Word Spirit Art also made it easier to exhaust yourself.
Fang Cheng didn't care. He'd already given up, and besides, he suffered no side effects.
"Crushing Doom!"
With his final Word Spirit Art, the earth on either side of the Wild Boar Monster, who was climbing out