The group continued to attack the sea king without rest. Each blow was delivered with millimetric precision, aiming to cause fatal wounds to the creature.
The sea king writhed and emitted agonizing roars, its intelligence and battle experience completely corrupted by the demonic power that dominated it. Now, it fought only with crazed brute strength, unable to execute any strategy or tactics.
The group remained synchronized in their attacks, moving in perfect harmony and defending together. Each member contributed their unique skills, complementing each other and maximizing the damage inflicted on the enemy.
Every second, fatal wounds were inflicted in a wide area around that battle. The combined power of the group was overwhelming, and nothing could remain alive nearby.
