"I have some matters to attend to, so I must take my leave," Ice Talker said, giving a brief nod. She then took the members of the Nature Clan and Saint Spirit Clan into her World-in-Hand and disappeared.
The arrival of Centeror and the others completely disrupted her plans. She needed to counterattack.
"Roar..."
The Hunters roared angrily, a countless number of them surging forward like a tidal wave.
John had already slain over seventy Hunters' Brood Mothers, including two Golden-striped Hunters' Brood Mothers, causing the Hunter marks on his body to deepen even further.
However, these Hunters posed no real threat to him.
"Kill that Golden-striped Hunters' Brood Mother!" he thought, recalling the Golden-striped Hunters' Brood Mother that had appeared earlier. He wielded three longswords, cutting through the surrounding Hunters, and began pursuing the direction in which the Golden-striped Brood Mother had vanished.
