There were plenty of such monsters in Sian's world.
They weren't particularly powerful—but they were far from weak.
The only reason they weren't classified among the strongest was simple: their opponents were no mere humans. They faced trained squads of superhumans, soldiers molded by countless battles, not fragile mortals struggling to survive.
Yet even so, when one of those creatures appeared before Lan's team, it became immediately clear—none of them were in their best shape to face such a thing.
The air trembled with tension, the scent of blood and scorched metal mingling with the cold desert wind.
"Damn it, Lan Qisheng! Give the order—have them finish it off before it grows any stronger!"
Sian's voice sliced through the chaos like a blade drawn in fury—sharp, commanding, and laced with urgency.
And that urgency wasn't without reason.
This creature's nature was… complicated.
