A squeal that partly resembled a howl echoed through the afternoon skies, making a few lower-ranked arcane beasts in the area flinch and flee.
That was the sound of a beast very few wanted to f*ck around with.
"Liora, Loki, to your positions!" Hal said as he unhesitatingly stood in front of a ten-foot-tall boar with maroon fur and blood-red tusks.
It hoofed at the dirt while red smoke billowed out of its nostrils.
In the next moment, the Bloodberserker Boar charged forward, shockingly faster than even the sprint speed of the Iberian Cliffscalers he recently fought.
The beast was like a massive, red cannonball, shooting at him with the intent to break every bone and tear every muscle in his body apart.
The hairs on Hal's body stood on end as he hurriedly [Licht Step]ped away, barely making it out of the range of the boar's tusks.
He would've undoubtedly died or been on his final few breaths if he had taken that head-on.
