The ground trembled more and more violently, even the most sluggish goblin, Vill, noticed it. He hastily dropped the ore bag on his back, grasped the already tattered steel shield tightly, and vigilantly looked towards the valley.

  This fine steel round shield is the best of the equipment made specifically for this trip to the Sundfirth Mountains, and it's also the only thing that can completely defend against the claws of a Manticore. The shield has a diameter of one and a half meters, with the thickest part of the curved body reaching seven inches, despite being designed by dwarf craftsmen to be as light as possible while ensuring quality, it still weighs over 1,000 kilograms, even an Ogre would need to use both hands to wield it freely. The hardness and strength of the fine steel treated by Oufu Ironwork can be used to make excellent weapons, the curvature of the shield face is just right to dissipate a large part of the impact force, and on the handle behind the shield, a valuable magic gemstone is inlaid to increase its solidity and toughness. In some ways, this is no longer a shield, but a miniature, exquisite city wall.

  But now this armor, which was once the best in terms of weight and defensive capabilities on the continent, looks distorted and deformed, and if you don't look closely, it's hard to tell it apart from a lump of scrap steel. During this period, this shield has been withstanding Bimont's claw attacks every day, and each contact and collision has caused the shield surface to dent and deform, all thanks to its extraordinary toughness and strength that it has managed to hold up until now.

  The wind is getting smaller. The shock that can be heard clearly in the air is slowly getting bigger and bigger. Although Bimont has a huge body, its running speed is not inferior to any creature on the mainland, and its agility in reaction and movement can even be compared with werewolves. This is also the reason why Asa doesn't dare to hope that he can escape by relying on his speed alone.

  The lizardman, Vest, also put down the ore pouch and took out a fine steel crossbow, loading it with the last of his highly toxic magical bolts. He jumped up onto a protruding rock on the side of the cliff.

  The toxin on that magic crossbow bolt was personally refined by Cedros, and the poison on this one bolt alone could kill a hundred horses. However, even such a potent poison would have limited effect on a creature like the Behemoth, which is probably the strongest monster on the continent in terms of physique. The weakening magic carefully attached to it also proved to be futile during this period. All living things in the valley, due to the magical fluctuations in the environment, except for white magic that drives and affects their own life force, almost all other curse-type attached magic are ineffective.

  Algin and Rukun's ears stood straight, continuing to capture the dull rumbling of giant footsteps in the air, their hands gripping the scythes with bulging muscles. Over-tension made them open their mouths and let out low roars, revealing sharp teeth.

  "Northeast by north, three thousand meters, probably coming around the mountain ridge from that direction in about half a minute," Luken shouted to Asa in as calm and restrained a voice as possible.

  Asa nodded, holding the knife in his right hand and grasping the scroll of paralysis technique with his left hand. He said to the two werewolves, "Drop your weapons. Drop your armor too. Just be careful not to attack later, just dodge."

  The two werewolves were taken aback. No matter how uneven the battle, a werewolf would never back down, let alone the strongest warriors in their tribe. Such words were simply the greatest insult to them.

  "Drop your weapons and remove your armor, quickly." Asa repeated in a flat tone.

  Rouken was the first to drop his weapon, then silently took off the leather armor on his body. Algin was stunned for a moment, let out a long sigh in a strange tone, and also dropped his weapon and armor.

  When dealing with Gray Wolves and Great Eagles, the comprehensive combat effectiveness of the Wolf People can be fully demonstrated. However, when facing a Bimon, it's an entirely different story. Even in front of an ordinary Bimon, their weapons that are nightmares for ordinary humans cannot cause much damage. Not to mention this is a giant beast with a larger body and thicker fur and muscles. It would be better to avoid it rather than trying to scratch its itch. Under the claws of a Bimon, even the heavy armor of the Man-Eating Demons can be shattered in one hit, and other armors only serve to hinder dodging.

  Asa manipulated the puppet corpse to put the cannibalistic demon Klorin, who had fainted due to severe injuries, into a nearby rock crevice. Then Asa jumped onto its head. This puppet corpse was just an ordinary Bimon and was already badly damaged, not daring to hope that it could withstand a blow from a giant beast. Its role was to inflict repeated damage on the giant beast when the paralysis scroll took effect, creating opportunities and time for Asa.

  Asaomi recited an incantation, turned the knife over in his hand and cut a wound, then stuck the knife to it.

  The wound was neither small nor shallow, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. All the blood that came into contact with the knife instantly disappeared, and even the flesh around the wound turned pale and shriveled. The originally dull black knife began to have a dark red glow flowing on its surface.

  Asa's face turned pale. This was the first time he had used such a self-destructive method. Shandru had once warned him that although this could temporarily enhance the special effects and power of his knife, the magical backlash and harm to his body were equally dangerous, making it a double-edged sword that should never be used unless absolutely necessary.

  Small rocks kept falling from the cliffs on both sides, as if the entire earth was shaken by this still unseen giant monster. Rukin's face grew increasingly ugly, and he yelled at Asa: "Be careful, this thing is at least ten meters tall. We'll see it soon."

  As soon as the voice fell, a huge figure emerged from more than a mile away on the mountain cliff. The enormous body shape far exceeded that of its peers, and all the fur, including the paws, was grayish-white in color. It stood at an astonishing ten meters tall, with a width and thickness almost equal to its height, making it essentially a moving mountain of flesh. Its massive mouth, which occupied half of its skull, could easily swallow a cow whole, and the sharp teeth inside were like a dense cluster of long swords inserted together. The two canine teeth protruding from its mouth were over a meter long each. Like a giant gorilla but dozens of times thicker, its four limbs ended in thick palms with fingernails that could be considered the most terrifying weapons on the continent. Each nail was shaped like a curved knife blade with an inverted edge, and even the shortest one was two meters long. The destructive power unleashed by these terrifying natural giant swords under a force more fearsome than Mongol was absolutely unmatched by any human weapon.

  The giant beast finally saw its prey, let out a thunderous roar, and under the stimulation of the fresh smell of ghouls and werewolves, it swiped one paw at the rock wall beside it. The incredibly hard granite immediately crumbled like brittle bread, shattering a large piece of it. Then it charged towards here with its sturdy short legs, saliva dripping from its mouth all the way.

  The distance of several li was rapidly shortened under the giant beast's footsteps. As it approached the ground, the tremors grew more intense, and the entire valley was filled with the sound of its earth-shaking footsteps.

  Only Wyester couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The lizardman's face didn't have much muscle to express emotions. And everyone else, including Asa, had a faint twitch in their expression. No matter how brave one was, seeing such a massive monster charging towards oneself with such momentum would make it impossible to have any remaining courage or fighting spirit, not even considering the giant claws and teeth, just the tens of thousands of kilograms of weight that could crush anyone into a meat patty.

  The werewolf, Rouken, whose ears had originally drooped down, suddenly perked up again. He carefully tilted his head to the side and knelt down, pressing his ear against the ground. It seemed that even with his body, he could feel the footsteps, but he still felt they were not clear enough.

  Everyone saw Lugun's actions, but there was no leisure to think about the reason why he did so. Everyone was staring at the rapid approach of the giant beast Bimon. The huge body was increasingly feeling an irresistible pressure, and even the tall and majestic cannibal in front of that body seemed like a small and insignificant goblin.

  Luken sprang up from the ground as if a knife had been thrust into his ear. Tension and fear made his face look more ferocious than ever, he turned around and bellowed at Asa in a voice that was almost inaudible amidst the thunderous footsteps, but everyone heard it clearly. "There's another one, same direction, two thousand meters away, sudden appearance."

  "What?" Asa's body shook and almost fell off the corpse puppet.

  Due to the barrenness of the Sandwraith Mountains and the massive appetite of the Bimon, these giant monsters often have to kill and devour each other due to food scarcity, making their own kind their only natural enemy. No matter what kind of food it is, a Bimon will not ignore a fellow member of its species that might be charging towards it. The only possibility is that these two Bimons are companions in some sense, this being their shared territory. In other words, they need to deal with the two Bimons.

  The giant beast in front of them was only a hundred meters away. The low roar and footsteps came from the bloody mouth, rolling and covering the sky.

  The cannibal let out a roar that seemed to counter the footsteps, swinging the shield in his hand as he charged forward. Alkin's eyes also began to bleed. But the one in front of them was unknown whether they could handle it, and two were already certain to die. The fear of death ignited their beastly nature deep within their souls, extreme fear had been transformed into unparalleled fighting spirit and courage, they were already on the edge of madness.

  "Desist." Asa bellowed at the top of his lungs with a force that nearly tore his vocal cords apart.

  That feeling of fear and fighting spirit raging wildly within his soul was all too familiar to him, he knew what the beastmen would do. But no matter how strong the will or how great the courage, it wouldn't fill the gap in absolute strength. The result of their weak escape and brave direct charge were the same, death.

  Asa did not forget the look on Sedros' face when he handed over this group of beastman elites to him. He is now their leader, and he has a responsibility to command them, and even more so to take responsibility. So he was very sober.

  After hearing Asa's voice, all the beastmen paused for a moment. During this time, they had a full understanding of the human's ability and also gained full trust in him.

  Asa flipped the knife over, reciting an incantation once more. This time, he slashed at his own wrist. The artery ruptured, and blood gushed out, but as soon as it met the blade, it was absorbed like a sponge. A dark red glow on the knife grew thicker, and the blade began to quiver slightly, as if a blood shadow was about to burst forth. The incantation coalesced into faint magical symbols that hovered above the knife.

  The corpse puppet stepped forward silently, charging towards a giant beast that was almost twice its size.

  The dagger left his wrist. Asa felt a chill run down his limbs and his internal magical energy was completely depleted.

  Unfortunately, Shandru couldn't see. If he could see the situation here, he would definitely be furious. Because Asa was no longer using a double-edged sword, but simply stabbed himself half to death with one sword.

  The man was half dead, but the knife in his hand seemed to have come alive. A faint humming noise began to emanate from the knife, a sound that was almost imperceptible, yet it pierced through the earth-shaking footsteps and roars like a thin steel wire.

  The corpse puppet and the giant beast charged at each other. Just as the giant beast raised its paws, Asa unfolded the scroll. A burst of colorful magical light points flashed around the giant beast in an instant, and the giant beast's movements suddenly stiffened.

  Asa let out a breath of relief in secret. Indeed, this white magic was still effective against this giant monster. The rest would be easy to handle.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, the corpse puppet plunged into the giant beast's embrace, its sharp claws piercing its chest and abdomen. However, this was absolutely not a fatal injury, as the giant beast was simply too large and too robust. The tenacity of its white fur also far exceeded that of other Mongols, and the two claws did not pierce very deeply.

  But that was exactly what Asa intended. Because he had to face the second Behemoth next, he couldn't directly kill this giant beast. He jumped onto the giant's head and neck from the corpse puppet's head, while shouting at the lizardman who was aiming at the giant's eyes: "Don't shoot. You guys try to delay the other one."

  The beastmen were all stunned. But Asa didn't have time to think about what they would use to delay the giant beast that might be just as huge, he only had time to roar and add a command: "And one more thing, the exit is right in front of you, don't die!"

  Another Bimon appeared in the vision of the beastmen at this time, and it was another adult Bimon that was almost identical to this one, appearing in the same direction, rushing towards here at the same speed.

  He stepped on the giant beast, and the grayish-white thick hair actually pierced through the leather boots like steel needles into his feet. The piercing pain made Asa's spirit, which was a bit dizzy due to excessive blood loss, clear up. Asa raised his knife and stabbed down, the dark red blade easily and silently entered the giant beast's neck. The tough skin that even Bimon's sharp claws couldn't penetrate was like rotten cloth under this one strike. Asa almost inserted the entire handle of the knife and both hands into Bimon's body.

  You can feel the knife tearing through skin and muscle, stabbing into a blood vessel as thick as a bucket. But there is no gush of fresh blood, not even a hint of its scent or stain. All Asa feels is the knife in his hand screaming, wailing, as the blood veins and magic on it go crazy, merging with Bimon's blood and life force into one.

  The effect of the top-level scroll only lasted for a little over a second. A roar that could echo through the entire Sandwych Mountains came from Bimon's giant mouth, and not only the two werewolves but also the ogre covered their ears with their shields. The Bimon beast finally regained its mobility, but it didn't care about the undead puppet frantically scratching at its chest, instead changing direction to grab at Asa on its neck with both giant claws, the violent motion seeming to want to tear its own neck apart as well.

  The corpse puppet jumped up suddenly, its two claws grasping the giant beast's massive paws. The paws were dragged downwards, and the two fingernails, larger than Asa's body, scraped against his head with a loud crash, but he could no longer hear it. The giant beast's roar in his ear had already made his ears lose their hearing function, and all he felt was warm blood flowing out, as well as from his nose and the corners of his eyes. It felt like even the brain matter inside his skull was almost shattered into a mess of rotten bean paste, and he almost had to use all his strength to prevent himself from fainting.

  The two claws of the corpse puppet were deeply embedded in the giant beast's forelimbs, and then they didn't move at all. This action had already exploded all the remaining energy in this corpse puppet, and now this broken Bhikkhu corpse became a strange chain that bound the giant beast's double paws.

  Asa manipulated the corpse puppet to complete its final movement, grasping the hilt of the knife with both hands. He could feel the unimaginable vitality within the giant beast surging and churning under his control, and he was determined to seize it.

  The Behemoth roared, wildly swinging its forelimbs in an attempt to crush the tiny creature hanging from its neck. Although it was only slightly injured, a strange feeling emanating from the wound made it instinctively sense unprecedented danger. However, the corpse puppet had already firmly grasped its arms, with its claws lodged in the gaps between the bones, and the more force it used, the more it felt the pain piercing into its marrow. It desperately twisted its short neck, opening and closing its massive jaws, but no matter how clearly it could smell the tiny creature's scent, it couldn't bite down on it. So it began to jump around like a madman, slamming itself against the rock wall. But no matter how hard it struggled, the person hanging from its neck didn't budge. Slowly, the Behemoth's movements began to slow down.

  The Behemoth's foul-smelling gust of wind, its saliva splashing onto his body as it whipped its head and neck, but Asa felt nothing. His spirit had merged with the blood on the knife in his hand, and he could feel the Behemoth's life force beginning to wane. Now, his only thought was to pull out the knife once more.

  At this time, the beastmen also went towards the second Bimon giant as Asa said. Although they really didn't know how to stop and delay it, they had to go.

  The cannibal let out a roar of anger, raised his shield and charged at Bimonth. However, his originally robust body was still not as tall as Bimonth's waist, making him look like a toddler holding toy weapons charging desperately towards a burly man wielding a cruel instrument, exuding a sense of tragicomedy. Although he was indeed the most likely person to be able to block, to withstand Bimonth's attack once. But this most likely, in fact, was only a tiny glimmer of hope that was almost imperceptible on top of complete impossibility.

  The Lizardman, Vest, didn't make any excited noises or movements, silently holding his crossbow as he jumped towards the giant beast. Even arrows that could pierce steel plates couldn't guarantee they would penetrate the Bimon's fur; the only effective places to aim for were its eyes and mouth. And to hit those small eyes in motion, or the mouth hidden behind sharp teeth, one had to be extremely close - perhaps even jumping onto the Bimon like Asa did. Whether he would have such an opportunity and luck under the Bimon's claws was hard to say.

  Algin's roar was even louder than Vile's, and more savage. He picked up the weapon that had been dropped on the ground and followed the ghouls in a charge. Even if he couldn't do any harm to Bimon, he couldn't just stand there doing nothing. With his teeth and claws, he would follow Asa's orders and try to delay the monster as much as possible. The last order that Asa had given him had made his blood and fighting spirit boil over completely, and he steeled himself to be able to buy a little more time for his companions, no matter what it took, even if it meant being torn apart or trampled into pulp.

  Only Ruk's actions were different. He suddenly turned and ran towards the Bimi that was stumbling and crashing against the cliff with Asa on its back.

  He dodged the giant footsteps of Bimon, pounced on the ground and grabbed something. As he picked up this thing, Bimon's foot that could turn him into a puddle of flesh also stepped on his tail, and he let out a miserable cry that was clearly audible in Bimon's roar. And after Bimon's foot fell, he didn't mention it again, pinning him alive there. He cried miserably and struggled hard, leaving his tail under Bimon's feet.

  Escaping from Bimon's body, Rukemon pulled out the thing that had been brought over. It was the remaining 'Burning Bullet' on Asa's body, which had fallen off his body due to Bimon's struggle earlier.

  As the scroll unfolded, a dazzling light ball appeared in Rukun's hands. No one could see the size of the light ball clearly, and other beastmen running around had to instinctively cover their eyes. It was almost like a small sun being pulled into the mortal world, and everyone could only vaguely perceive that the dazzling light shadow formed a straight line flying over, followed by a scorching heat wave sweeping past.

  The explosion didn't shake the earth, it was just a small movement similar to an ordinary magician's fire arrow, which didn't have much of an impact compared to that dazzling light, and instead was less than the howling of the Mongolian beast that shook the entire valley.

  When faced with the dazzling light, Bimon instinctively raised its two claws to cover its eyes, so its head and face were completely charred, while the giant claws and palms that covered them disappeared, leaving only two half-burned arms and a pile of thoroughly burnt and carbonized debris.

  Rukcen's body was covered in black smoke after releasing the scroll, and all his fur had been completely charred in an instant.

  This is probably one of the reasons why this scroll can be preserved. The power of this top-level fire-attribute attack magic does not lie in its explosion, but in its temperature. If it were not for the magician's own operation, just that scorching light ball would have been transformed from the scroll in an instant, and the person using the scroll would have been roasted to half-cooked.

  Bimon the behemoth swung its charred and blackened arm, a deafening roar of agony bursting from its massive maw. But it was cut short, replaced by an eerie gurgling sound. Vest, the lizardman, didn't miss this opportunity, leaping into mid-air as he raised his steel crossbow, firing a bolt of toxic arrows that shot out of Bimon's mouth and sank deep into its throat.

  But that was all it did to Bimon. The arrow didn't shoot straight into Bimon's brain as Vester had imagined, and the poison couldn't take effect immediately on such a giant monster either. Bimon swung its massive charred arm, although it wasn't directly hit but just grazed, the lizardman in mid-air flew out like straw and crashed onto the cliff. Then this half-dead Bimon continued to move forward with big strides.

  Virgil and Algernon charged at Bimon's ankle with all their might. With a loud crash, Bimon fell to the ground, but it immediately swung its severed arm again, sending the ghouls and werewolves flying. Then this Bimon immediately got up and rushed towards its companion who seemed to be unable to stand firmly.

  Suddenly, an incredibly thick and heavy smell of blood suddenly filled the entire valley, then it was a sea of red, even the sun in the sky at noon turned into a dazzling drop of blood.

  Asa finally pulled the knife out of Bimon's body. As the knife was pulled out, a large amount of blood and energy also gushed out. This not only pulled out the knife but also drained all the blood and energy from the giant beast's body. Bimon, who had been struggling until then, suddenly fell silent and collapsed, shrinking like a deflated balloon.

  This clot of blood that contained all the life force of the Behemoth did not spill, but instead coagulated on the knife like a part of it, emitting a bloody glow and stench that covered the entire valley.

  Asa raised his knife, and with great difficulty, he also raised this vast expanse of crimson. Under this enormous scarlet, he was pale and insignificant, like an inconspicuous appendage. Even the charging giant beast seemed negligible.

  The blood congealed into a massive, unparalleled knife along the shape of the blade. The color and smell greatly stimulated the half-dead Bimon, which let out a loud roar, as if squeezing out all its remaining strength, and suddenly accelerated to charge over.

  Asa let out a loud roar, and with one swift motion, he brought down his crimson blade. The blood-colored giant knife transformed into a brilliant red light screen that filled the entire valley. Neither Bimon's roars nor Asa's own voice could be heard. The humming and whistling sounds emitted by the brilliant red glow covered everything.

  Like a giant red lightning bolt struck the valley, blood and shattered stones burst into a whirlwind sweeping across, the ground shook, and the entire valley mouth seemed to be split in two by this knife.

  Blood rained down, and the corpse of Bimon, split in two from the middle, crashed to the ground. Under the direction of this knife, the splattered blood formed a road, and on the hard rocky ground, a trench over one meter deep and more than one kilometer long appeared.

  After swinging this knife, Asa also fell to the ground like Bimon, as if this knife had also swung out his own blood and life.

  The first to get up was the all-black Rukun, who had been scorched by the high temperature but only suffered external injuries. He had simply fainted from the sudden heat in front of him. Next was the cannibalistic demon Vile, whose armor and sturdy body hadn't allowed him to suffer too much damage. Alkin had only lost one hand and a few ribs, his werewolf reflexes and agility allowing him to dodge and jump back at the last second, avoiding being smashed into pulp by the charred giant arm. The lizardman's broken bones were more numerous, but under their astonishing regenerative abilities, this was nothing.

  The beastmen looked at the two neatly arranged bodies on the ground, the spilled internal organs, and the bloodstains all over the place. Most striking was the trench that seemed almost impossible for human strength to create, with only shock and admiration in their eyes. In their impression, even General Gru seemed unable to possess such unimaginable power.

  It's noon now, and the wind has almost completely stopped. Within this hour, even the narrowest part of the valley ahead can be traversed smoothly.

  Algin tried to use his good arm to lift Asa up, but found that he had completely fainted and his life force was extremely weak, as if he could take his last breath at any time.

  "What to do? How can we save him?" Alkin anxiously asked others. During this period in the valley, he had developed a deep respect for this human, genuine respect. Although he didn't know who this person was, his calmness, rationality, and strength when leading the team, as well as the power he showed just now, all indicated that he was a true strongman and warrior. And sharing life and death together, as well as the last command he gave, also proved that he was absolutely a comrade, a friend.

  The strong and friends are forever worthy of respect, especially for those who live in battle.

  Veil and Vest shook their heads in unison without saying a word, the special physique of their race made them more incompetent than anyone else when it came to medical matters.

  Everyone's eyes were on Rukun. Although it was not explicitly stated, he was the closest to Asa in the valley and worked with him most closely. His mind was also the best among all the beastmen, with a hint of deputy captain.

  But Rukken just lowered his head and looked at Asa's face with a strange gaze, then turned to look at the two Mongol corpses. He looked very serious, even walked over and struggled to turn over the three piles of giant meat mountains. Then he came over and said to the others: "Don't mind him. Leave him here, we'll go out first."

  "What was that?" Algin didn't show any surprise, but instead perked up his ears, thinking he had just suffered from an auditory hallucination due to Bimon's loud roar.

  "We need to move faster." Rukcen wiped the charred fur off his body with both hands, and now he had become a hairless werewolf, looking incredibly strange. "With such a strong smell of blood, it will soon attract other Bimon and large eagles."