The Black Pig King was scared out of his wits. 'What the hell kind of Spirit Monsters are these? They're monstrously strong!'
Both of its arms were clamped in two bloody maws, while its feet were pinned by a Cat Spirit Giant Beast, rendering it immobile. Suddenly, the Wild Boar King was no longer thinking about charging over to kill the molting Snake Spirit. Instead, its own life was in grave danger.
No, its life wasn't just in danger—it was hanging by a thread.
The sky above went dark. With its arms and legs trapped, yet another bloody maw shot toward its boar head.
The swaying Snake Head's pupils glinted with a cold light, filled with greed and bloodlust.
'That's right, greed. This Evil Snake wants to eat me, the Black Pig King!'
"No... Don't! Let go! Let go!" The Black Pig King's eyes filled with terror as it struggled for its life.
'Dammit! I'm a mighty Rank Three Demon Spirit, yet I can't even break free from two mere Spirit Monsters!'
"Bloodthirsty Wolf King, save me!"
