A surge of yellow sand blasted from the gourd's mouth, sweeping away the monster biting Toru Yamashita's shoulder.
Delivered from certain death, Toru Yamashita was ecstatic.
At the end of his rope, he had encountered this sand gourd and even gained its recognition.
This had to be a revelation from the King!
Toru Yamashita glanced at the black monster immobilized within the heavy sand. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and clenched his hand.
Sand Burial!
Boom!
The black monster was crushed outright, turning into black smoke that rose into the air.
"Hahahahaha!!! That's it! This is the power I wanted!" Toru Yamashita laughed like a madman.
Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, the other monsters tucked their tails and tried to flee.
"None of you are getting away!"
These wretched monsters had hunted him down and nearly killed him time and again. Now he was going to vent his anger and kick them while they were down.
Just then, Toru Yamashita's expression changed drastically, and his vision darkened. He felt the sand gourd drain every last bit of strength from his body.
Did the sand gourd really use this much mana?
A single attack had exhausted all his strength.
"Ah, no..."
Every part of Toru Yamashita's body hurt. His palm slid limply down the sand gourd, leaving a shocking bloody handprint.
"Awooo..."
The black monsters that had been about to flee were as cunning and cruel as hyenas. They immediately sensed Toru Yamashita's utter weakness.
One by one, they gradually closed in, eager to attack, looking ready to pounce and bite.
Unable even to move his little finger, Toru Yamashita could only await slaughter. He could not help screaming desperately:
"My King, save me!!!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Countless streaks of blue-green sword