The ice cone shot into its skull, making the monstrous head howl in agony.
After the Pus-Blood Bomb struck the skull, dark red pustules bloomed across its face before exploding.
Smack!
Smack!
Black blood splattered everywhere, staining even the white web.
After repeated attacks, the monstrous head's struggles weakened. Its elongated arms drooped limply.
Yet Charles did not lower his guard. He threw two more Bone Needle Bees in succession.
As the sharp bone spikes pierced its skull, the monstrous head finally stopped moving.
Before Charles's eyes, it rapidly decayed into an indescribable heap of rotten flesh, then even turned into a pile of ash.
Only then did Charles let out a breath of relief. It's finally dead!
The next moment, he felt his depleted mental power and magic power recovering on their own.
Nor was it merely replenishing what had been spent. Even his original limits were slowly rising.
Though the increase was slight, it was at least equivalent to the results of two or three days of Charles's meditation training.
Charles recalled what was written in the reference books.
Shadow Nightmare creatures grew stronger by killing life in the Wizard World.
Likewise, when life from the Wizard World killed the native monsters here in the Shadow Nightmare Realm, they too would grow stronger.
The terror in Charles's heart faded somewhat as he thought in surprise, If all the monsters are at this level, maybe I can benefit from this instead.
Staying a little longer might not be so bad...
But the very next moment, his own thoughts frightened him.
The dangers of the Shadow Nightmare Realm were surely far greater than this little encounter he had just faced.
If he stayed in the Shadow Nightmare Realm for too long, he risked being assimilated—perhaps even becoming unable to leave