It thrashed its head in a rage, but the agile Red Demon Crows dodged with ease. The moment it turned to attack their brethren, they would flap in close again, pecking at the Barbarian Bull's vulnerable spots with their sharp beaks.
However, there were simply too many of these Red Fire Demon Crows. Fearless of death, they clung to it like maggots on a corpse, relentlessly attacking from every angle.
Their sharp beaks and claws tore bloody gashes into the Barbarian Bull's thick hide. Sparks kicked up by the flapping of their wings landed on the wounds, emitting a SIZZLE and adding a layer of misery to the bull's pained roars.
Blood gushed from its wounds. The great-horned Barbarian Bull's movements gradually slowed, and the earthy-yellow aura of its Magic Power began to dim.
Finally, with one last mournful cry filled with defiance and despair, its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
