He gathered all his strength at his fingertips, firing a stream of green slime from his fingers. It wrapped around the monster's limbs, trying to restrict its movements. Yet the monster seemed to possess unimaginable strength. After struggling fiercely a few times, it easily broke free of Trebol's restraints.
As the monster closed in on them again, a thread of despair rose in everyone's hearts.
But at that moment, Moke suddenly noticed something: a patch of skin on the monster's thick neck appeared especially fragile, faintly glowing dark red.
His heart leaped with joy, and he thought, So that's it! That's where its weakness lies! He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and shouted, "Die!"
Before his words had even faded, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. The sword in his hand became a bolt of lightning as it stabbed straight at the monster's vital spot.
In the blink of an eye, the blade flashed and pierced precisely into the weak patch on the monster's neck. The monster let out an incomparably shrill scream, and its massive body crashed to the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.
Moke stood where he was, panting heavily, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He stared wide-eyed at the monster lying on the ground, secretly relieved that his attack had finally worked.
Though the fierce battle had left him exhausted in both body and mind, he clearly understood that the road ahead would only become rougher, filled with countless unknown challenges and dangers.
Just as everyone believed the crisis was over, the fallen monster suddenly moved again. It struggled to lift its head, letting out a low roar as an even more terrifying aura radiated from its body.
That strike had merely rendered it temporarily unable to move;