"AWOOO!!"
A howl that seemed to tear vocal cords apart blasted from the mouth of a Demon Fiend. Not far away, this bizarrely shaped Demon Fiend, like a streak of Black Light, clutched a corpse in its mouth and charged toward the only visible mission objective in a desperate, death-defying rush.
With the enhancement of its Level 5 strength, the Demon Fiend covered the distance of a few hundred meters in a single leap, reducing it to mere meters. It then opened its massive maw, a chilling frost brewing within.
"BANG!"
Before the Demon Fiend could unleash its "Chilly Ice Breath," a giant fist encased in Iron Armor shot out from below, smashing directly into its chin. This simple punch not only blocked the Demon Fiend's attack but also sent it flying into the distance like a cannonball.
In this abruptly formed battlefield, Arthur's own strength was definitely at a Dominator level.
However, the overall situation was not optimistic...
