Back on another island, Ethan was fighting for his life.
'The only reason we aren't dead already is that these beasts aren't working together and are facing us separately. They also aren't the most predatory creatures, so even though they're stronger, they can't kill us as easily.'
He was right on the money and knew that already; he was the Lord Of Beasts after all.
And more than that, his experience in the tower, despite being less than a third of the way up the floors, was more than most Titled had, even A Ranks.
'But they can definitely still kill us.'
Not that he was going to let that happen.
He surged forward and unleashed Beast Impact on the Rotwing Fly, his body moving with incredible speed in a lethal line.
Swoosh!
He became a living blade of wind and managed to land the strike.
But when he had faced Mace and managed to decapitate him with it, the damage to the giant fly was very minimal.
And yet Ethan didn't care.
Damaging it with that attack wasn't the goal.
