It was unexpected, but freezing would not help him in this situation. In fact, he doubted there was anything that would help in this situation. A Class Five was still a Class Five.
No matter how strong he had grown in the past few days, a Class Five was still a Class Five.
Multiple other menacing roars rang out from behind the menacing hound. None of this made sense. There were hundreds of other lower-ranked Threats. Ranging from Ten to Six. His jaw slacked.
It was common knowledge; they had said. Lower-ranked Threats avoided higher-ranked ones with everything they had in their body.
Yet he could see it as plainly as day, even from this distance.
Hundreds of beasts banded together under the same singular banner of the Class Five hound.
Another massive explosion erupted a few dozen metres next to them. And more still came. The beast would likely not rest until it had destroyed all the humans in the area.
