"Use the Frost Wind…"
However, he was cut off by a hurricane sweeping in, forcing him to take cover. The area where he had been standing was haphazardly sliced up by wind scythes.
"That was close…"
Meanwhile, Henry Chensky and another fire elemental BeastMaster named George Sharp faced attacks from magma and a sea of trees respectively.
This prevented them from interfering in the battle.
From beneath the pitch-black face of the Eight-Armed Titan Serpent Man, who was indeed the incarnation of the Limb Demon Leader, came a burst of maniacal laughter:
"I am your opponent!"
He finished speaking, blinked into position behind Michael Brightwell, and four of his arms formed a devil's grip. An ancient, blood-red array materialized, stunningly beautiful like a blooming blood lotus.
Out of it grew hundreds of arms, piled and layered together, transforming into a ten-meter-long spear made of arms. Their ceaseless squirming and twisting was horrifyig.
