Monster

A great battle was about to erupt; in an instant, blood and flesh became the dominant colors of this land.

The leading Starfire cultivator fixed the preacher before him with a piercing gaze.

To capture bandits, first capture their king—those words were useful at any time.

The greater the numbers involved, the more easily the situation descended into chaos.

This temporarily recruited coalition army had appallingly poor military discipline to begin with. Many of them had even assumed the stances they used while hunting amidst the melee. Giving them too many commands now might very well produce the opposite effect.

This Starfire cultivator kept firmly in mind what Mister had taught him. After setting the corresponding strategy for his terminal, he let go completely and sought opponents for one-on-one combat.

Sword light flowed. Before that razor-sharp blade radiance, these grotesquely malformed creatures could scarcely withstand even a single blow.

Taking this opportunity, the young Starfire cultivator observed the enemies before him.

It was plain to see that these creatures driven forward to fight had clearly evolved from some kind of special bat.

They were all over two meters tall, with vast membranes of bone connecting their arms and waists. With a few flaps, they could easily glide more than ten meters.

Beyond that, the most eye-catching feature was the long tail behind each of them.

For some reason, the tail split at its tip into a serrated, gaping maw.

As their bodies ran and leaped, those tails seemed to possess minds of their own, snapping and tearing at everything around them.

"Tch. As expected, there are hardly any law-abiding people in the Cult."

Seeing the human face growing from the monster's head, a chill flashed through the Starfire cultivator's eyes.

"No need to preserve any living specimens. Since they were