The roars of the monster and the screams of the survivors all ceased.
This forest that has existed since ancient times showed no ripples.
Death, hunting, counter-kill, wailing... similar performances have been staged in this forest countless times, every day, every year, every moment.
Lann flicked off the bits of flesh and blood on Aron Dite. The technique of using the Air Blade just now caused the monster to bleed profusely, but it also kept Lann from getting too dirty.
You could say it suited him perfectly.
On the ground, Yogon's body gradually curled up in neuromuscular spasms, then stiffened. Its venomous fangs opened and closed, but the speed became increasingly sluggish.
The vitality of the arthropod made it want to move its body, at least take a bite before dying. But right now, it could only move the third of its body closest to its head.
Earlier, Lann's upward vertical slash wasn't a perfect vertical cut due to Yogon's own twisting.
