One look!
That was all it took for him to do before the Blastoads froze in place due to fear.
Although they did not exactly know the reason why, they could still instinctively feel the man before them was more than trouble.
It was the primal fear of a creature fearing their predator.
One single step, and Desther arrived in front of one of them almost in an instant.
Desther raised his hand leisurely.
SWOOSH!
BAM!
With a backhand slap, the Blastoad was struck and was shot like a bullet to the nearest tree.
The notification appeared in front of his eyes, but Desther ignored it as he took another step toward another Blastoad.
Slap!
Step!
Slap!
Step!
The process repeated, and the five Blastoads were no more just like that.
Honestly, at this point, Desther found no thrill in killing Blastoads. If it was not because of the mission, as well as the curiosity regarding Skill Fragments, he might even think that there was no longer any point in killing.
