Boom!
Screeech!
A soul piercing scream escaped from the mouth of the Level 28 Sanguine Vulture Spawn.
It was sent flying tens of meters backward, crashing into the ancient wooden beam and destroying each one of them upon impact.
Feathers flew in the thick air.
Blood splattered onto the cold ground.
Thud! Thud!
The undead Storm Tyrant rushed forward, closing the distance between itself and its prey as quickly as possible. Up above, the remaining Sanguine Vulture Spawns watched the brutal battle, making various agitated cries.
They moved back and forth, ready to pounce on their enemies at any moment. Yet, none of them left their spots. It was as if they were being held back by an invisible, commanding power.
On the ground, the Level 28 Sanguine Vulture Spawn lay broken and defeated.
Its chest was caved inward, its bones shattered to pieces, and the fragmented remains of its organs could be seen through the gaping wound.
It whimpered softly.
