With Colin no longer holding him back, Pan Long could finally show what he was capable of.
The long blade whirled so fast in his hand that it became a blur of silver, dazzling to the eye. The two monsters had plenty of tentacles, but they could not break through his wall of flashing steel. Instead, he seized every opening and cut them again and again, hacking them from whole bodies into ragged pieces, then into chunks no bigger than a fist.
Yet, strangely, they still were not dead. The pieces kept writhing, trying to attack Pan Long.
"What the hell are these things?" Pan Long could not help complaining. "Is there any way to destroy them for good?"
"These are all Primordial Calamities," Weimar replied. "They can't be killed."
"Damn it! Is there at least some way to keep them under control?"
"I don't know either..."
Pan Long was so angry he wanted to curse.
The way you came treasure-hunting with such confidence, I thought you'd at least have some tricks up your sleeves. Turns out you don't know a damn thing!
You don't know a damn thing, and you still came out here to die? Are you brain-dead NPCs from some light novel?
His expression was so fierce that even a fool could have read "I'm angry" across his face. Weimar and Joseph looked at each other, deeply ashamed, but neither knew what to do.
Just as they reached a deadlock, a weak voice sounded.
"Fire. Salt." Colin trembled, but struggled to get the words out. "They can... hold back... Calamities."
Pan Long's eyes lit up. With flicks of his blade, he tossed clump after clump of tentacles into the campfire. The sound of flesh sizzling in the flames rose all at once, with faint, monstrous shrieks coming