In Han Sen's eyes, the creatures were like the flimsy orbs of a ballpit without any threats.
When they were touched by the egg, their bodies did not look different. In fact, they looked exactly the same. But it was like the construction of their beings had been radically morphed into something like rubber.
It wasn't just the creature's bodies that were like that, either. Even any weaponry they wielded would suffer the same effect, just like the demon's trident.
Han Sen did not exert much strength to push the creatures of the dogpile aside. He shook his body as if he were shaking off excess water, and with the lightness of waterdrops, the monsters were cast away.
The horn Han Sen had plunged into the demon's chest was still inside it. It spun inside the cavity, drilling its way through the flesh and bone as the fiend lashed and flailed around in an attempt to bite the human that had gotten the best of it.
