A hoof pressed down on a human head as it lowered its skull, jaws clamping onto the man's belly… a tearing rip, and the belly, guts and all, were wrenched out, clenched in its mouth; with a flick of its jaw the slick intestines all dropped into its maw to be shredded…
But when it lifted its head to swallow, the area beneath its neck was fully exposed.
So much wild grass, so long—and five stalks suddenly morphed, streaking out in afterimages as they shot from the clump; one man flung both hands, toxic gas pouring from his palms, two attacked from range, one with a bow, one with spell, and two more closed in for melee—shields up! Zhen, attack!
Every strike locked onto its neck…
In just the first exchange they had its weakest spot pinned—poison miasma numbing it, arrows and spells all hammering its neck…
In no time the Desolate Beast crashed to the ground, like a boss knocked over by a party.
"Fuck, we finally pulled it off! This Stone Mare Beast is finally down! We're rich!"
