The Crimson Flame Demon Tiger, which had been charging ferociously moments before, suddenly froze in place.
Its eyes filled with terror, as though it were being gripped by an invisible hand. No matter how it struggled, it couldn't break free.
The next moment, Franklin clenched his hand tightly.
Boom!!
Before the stunned eyes of soldiers and players alike.
The Gold Grade Lord monster that had pushed Cassman to the brink of death exploded into a mist of blood.
Splat! Splat!
Blood and pieces of the monster's organs rained down from the sky.
Franklin, seeming to remember something, reached out and grabbed something mid-air. His hand now held a mangled piece of flesh.
He chuckled darkly, "The tiger's whip is a useful thing—not just for potion-making, but also a good supplement for young Luca's vitality..."
The soldiers and players stood there, dumbfounded.
