"There it is!"
The Face-Covered Monster felt crushing pressure bearing down, all ten-plus dusk-yellow hands striking out with everything it had,
Terrible spiritual power erupted, air crackled with friction, rolling waves of energy surging skyward.
The Dark Purple Force Field immediately hit resistance, its flowing speed dropping for a moment.
The Face-Covered Monster keenly noticed that this freaky purple thing,
after throwing most of its juice into attacking him, had seriously weakened its power protecting the old centaur chieftain.
Seizing the moment,
he pushed the swarm of gruesome twisted faces,
working with the pairs of dusk-yellow hands,
actually managing to briefly punch through the weakest part of the Dark Purple Force Field.
Watching from above, Carlos felt nothing in his heart.
So what if the centaur chieftain croaked? Could this thing escape?
However, the centaur chieftain had to be saved,
