I am an Eldritch Entity

Chapter 123 Chapter 123: Running off

Eryndor dropped his bag where he was standing, afraid that it would be damaged in the upcoming fight.

With only his spiked mace in his right hand, he shot forward in the direction of the beast.

He could already see how it looked.

The beast loomed, its gnarled form stretching no taller than the trees that surrounded it. Its body was a mass of sinewy muscle and jagged, overlapping plates, like stone melded with flesh.

A thick, matted mane of orange fur clung to its hunched back, trailing down to a ridged spine that pulsed faintly.

Its limbs were long, and judging from how each step was sinking deep into the earth, leaving behind cracked impressions, the beast had considerable weight.

Its clawed hands flexed with unsettling ease, a bit dexterous for their size Eryndor reckoned.

The head was slightly elongated, its maw filled with layered rows of uneven, splintered fangs, while eyes—too many for comfort—blinked out of sync across its face, each a different shade of color.

The beast looked fearsome, and it was also not in the list of beasts his team had encountered.

Then why was Eryndor still approaching it? Because it was in the mid stage of Latent realm.

However, according to him, it might have the strength of a beast at the peak of the Latent realm.

When it came to beasts, it wasn't just a matter of stages or realms.

For example, take an ordinary beast before the Cosmic Limit increased from zero to one.

Let's assume crocodiles, their bite force was enough to snap a human leg in half.

Even in the current era, a normal crocodile at level zero had enough bite force to rival the bite force of beasts not proficient in biting at the beginning of level two.

The point was, the strength of a beast varied drastically in the lower stages as it largely depended on their physiques.

Eryndor only estimated the beast in front of him to have a strength at peak of Latent realm because it was moving incredibly slowly, with its size greatly affecting it.

He remembered the beast crying out loud after being hit by lightning, it couldn't be resistant to it. But since it was able to move, it was certainly stun resistant.

With that thought in mind, Eryndor changed his approach.

Since the lightning element's only advantage was negated, he put the mace in his left hand, which was his recessive hand.

Through the mace, he could only use lightning, since he had lightning element Qi and Lightning Infusion cultivation art.

But barehand? He could use the fire and air element of the Sky Piercing Palm cultivation art. There was also the Internal Fist which could do pure damage.

Jeez, I'll have to learn some more cultivation arts to go along with the mace.

He had this thought as he continued battling, looking for the next chance.

It wasn't really Eryndor's fault. The first battle he had with the mace just happened to be with some beast which was stun resistant. Lightning did have some increased damage but it was nothing compared to fire or Internal Fist.

The beast kept swinging its heavy and elongated arms, as it seemed to be its only form of attack.

Eryndor tried not to be anywhere near its swing direction, as its hands were dexterous enough to snap in any direction and catch the prey in its firm grip.

Chance!

Just as the beast once again swung both his arms towards him, he used Shadowstep to move aside and head for its leg once again.

But he didn't attack it, no. Eryndor began climbing its right leg. Out of the corner of his sight, he saw one of its arms heading towards him.

But Eryndor wasn't afraid. Why? Because the arm was incredibly slow.

As expected, its arms are so heavy it can only swing them around. Controlling them upwards is a bit of a stretch and needs some proper effort on its part.

When the beast realized Eryndor easily dodged its palm, it turned around and began running.

Eryndor's brain immediately began thinking when he saw the action this beast took.

Shit, is it heading in the direction of reinforcements? Or some trap?