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The air was thick with the scent of blood, and despite the rain pouring down on Kroya, he remained unmoved for a long time. Slowly, he turned his head and looked towards another area where the ground had been scorched dry by intense heat.
Soon, the rain began to soothe the surroundings, making visibility somewhat better. The rising steam from the ground was unbearable even for his companions in the Hunter camp. Fortunately, no one had suffered direct harm. While his technique, Nine Dragons Shiwa Candle Flame Dragon, was indeed fearsome, it was primarily the terrifying nature of the Mutated Spider that posed a greater threat.
The carcass of the Mature Mutated Spider crashed to the ground with a thud. Its head bore a gaping hole several centimeters wide, and even though heavy rain had washed over it, one could still faintly feel the residual heat. The brain matter and fluids had long since dried up, leaving no trace of brain tissue to ooze out. The wound was not merely superficial; it was as if a surge of heat had been driven deep into its skull.
Such was the situation; the only way to end a Mature Mutated Spider was through a headshot. It was hard to imagine what would happen if an army of Mature Mutated Spiders were to gather—hundreds mixed together could easily lead to the fall of Giant Gorge Pass. Even with a smaller force of around one hundred thousand troops deployed, the might of these mature spiders extended far beyond mere numbers; their tenacious vitality was truly terrifying.
The tide turned as one of the five Mature Mutated Spiders fell. After Kroya eliminated the remaining Juvenile Spiders, he focused his attention on the nearest target and charged forward.
Good's attack was inherently chaotic; there was a real possibility he might hit his own allies.
"Feast of the Pack Wolves!"
The greatest advantage of his attack lay in its ability to inflict cumulative damage on his opponents. His skills thrived on this principle; the insects could not keep pace with him. After several rapid strikes, there were already four or five clear wounds several centimeters deep in their thick exoskeletons.
Ordinary Juvenile Spiders were no match for his blade. As Feast of the Pack Wolves unleashed its successive strikes, golden patterns shimmered across his body, and his golden pupils shone brightly. He had shed his upper armor; it provided little sense of security.
In contrast, his armor had suffered multiple assaults from corrosive saliva and had become severely damaged. Although his physique rendered him immune to immediate effects from Corrosive Liquid, any weakening of his abilities could lead to skin ulcers that might eventually penetrate to the bone.
For violating his own Oath, he knew he must bear the consequences of breaking it. He absolutely refused to die in failure; even in battle, he would fight with a martyr's resolve.
With continuous blocks, North Star Wolf Blade clashed against the Mature Mutated Spider with a resounding clang of metal on metal. Afterward, the spider staggered back slightly; neither side had gained an advantage from their earlier collision. Good exhaled sharply, feeling pain radiate from his hands as if they were cracking under pressure—a sensation akin to being struck by a wall head-on. Yet even so, he could still harness his Ability to activate his Aura Band quickly and revitalize his body.
However, possessing an Ability does not guarantee perfection.
On the contrary, if one violates the Oath, the outcome can be dire.
"Take this!" Good gritted his teeth, letting out a fierce roar. Yet, the intensity with which he bit down on his lip revealed the pain he was enduring at that moment. In times like these, it is the man with strong Willpower who emerges victorious. No one knew just how great his potential was; he stood there, elegantly yet tragically frozen in place, gripping the black, sharp long knife tightly.
Golden light shimmered along the blade's edge, and within just two or three seconds, it reached its brightest point. In the next moment, the golden light coalesced into a massive blade shape before plunging forward in response to the Mature Mutated Spider's counterattack.
The light vanished in an instant as the knife embedded itself deep within. It had pierced through the wounds inflicted earlier, driving deep into the creature. The Mature Mutated Spider's body suddenly stiffened, remaining motionless while its soft muscles began to tremble uncontrollably. Moments later, as the blade was withdrawn, thick blood gushed forth.
However, along with the thunderous crash of its massive carcass hitting the ground came the remnants of its Exoskeleton, which could still be repurposed. Fortunately, it had only struck its central nervous system, rendering the spider's body rigid. Approaching it once more, Good raised the dark golden-striped blade and forcefully drove it into its skull; only then did the Mature Mutated Spider finally succumb to death.
The Mature Mutated Spider was indeed dead. After estimating its vital signs, there was no longer any trace of life detectable. However, for hunters like him, dealing with such a large monster was still a formidable challenge. Even seasoned hunters would find themselves skinned alive before slaying one.
For those hunters who had surpassed the evaluation level set for their ranks, facing such an Zerg seemed relatively easygoing. But for Good, this battle was far from effortless; he still bore the effects of Restraint weakening his abilities. As long as that effect persisted, his powers were effectively limited; otherwise, with the might of Wolf Pack Feast, he could have easily dispatched the spider.
Two Mature Mutated Spiders had already fallen on the Tower, and correspondingly, there were significantly fewer Juvenile Spiders left. The Hunters worked together at an astonishing speed to clear out the spiders; for those Mature Mutated Spiders, they were nothing but nightmares for ordinary Hunters.
More than ten hunters had already fallen under their massive assault. The hunters deployed to the front lines had all survived numerous life-and-death missions and certainly did not expect their opponents to be so troublesome this time.
Yet when they were about to risk their lives in battle, they were often halted in their tracks. After all, losing capable comrades for a temporary victory was not worth it at all. Machi led Team Medical to tirelessly transport the injured; aside from those with minor wounds who could still fight, they tried to evacuate as many non-combatants from this section of the Tower as possible.
Hunters without combat-capable Abilities would be of no use here; this battle absolutely could not afford to fail. If their focus were to be divided due to these individuals' presence on the battlefield, it would lead to disastrous consequences and significant debts owed.
"There's still three left, Fetter. Go take care of one of South's."
"No problem."
A purple aura surged around Fetter. It was hard to believe that such a short man, dressed in a black Straightjacket, was actually a One-Star Hunter.
In the next moment, Fetter nodded and locked onto a group of people fighting against South. They were engaged in a fierce battle against a spider nearly five meters tall, but their Psycho Bullets couldn't penetrate the Exoskeleton's Defense Power.
"We can't let anyone else get hurt. Don't worry, I've got this."
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