The damage delivered by this trap could be described as an assembly of stabs, or integral pounding blunt weapons. The area of damage was truly deadly, and regardless of how strong it was, the Plaga Type Host suffered grave injuries. Mild yellowish fluids gushed from its body, causing the rocks to sizzle with corrosion as fumes spiralled up.
Nevertheless, the Plaga Host remained inexhaustible. It lashed its shrivelled arms viciously against the stone wall behind. This stone wall had already been decimated by the stone sledgehammer’s onslaught previously, and instantly collapsed.
Seizing the opportunity, the Plaga Host scrambled out of this district of snares.
Instead, Sheyan who had experienced battling a similar type creature before, was already awaiting sternly in formation. The black barrel of ‘Ambition’ aimed straight for its head.
Boom! The thunderous sound of gunfire resounded. Gunpowder fumes dispersed into the ruinous atmosphere and assailed his nostrils.
