Chapter 904: Chased by a pack of dogs
That thought alone made his expression turn darker, frustration bubbling inside him like molten fire. He clenched the Blue Dragon Sword tightly in his hand, flames and sword intent flickering to life along its blade, casting sharp bursts of light into the darkness as he ran.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of his footsteps merged with the deep rumble of the pursuing beasts. Max swung his sword backhanded mid-run, sending arcs of fiery sword energy flashing like angry comets.
Puff, puff, puff!
Several of the lesser black dogs howled in pain as they were slashed apart, their bodies collapsing heavily onto the cold stone ground.
But Max’s lips tightened into a thin, grim line. Killing those lesser beasts wasn’t his goal. His real target was the two-headed black dog at the peak of Legend Rank. If he could injure it or at least force it to retreat, the pack would lose its coordination, and he’d be able to slip away easily.
Unfortunately, the beast was far too cunning. It avoided every strike Max aimed at it, its movements fluid and unpredictable, like it could read Max’s intentions before he even acted.
Every time the Blue Dragon Sword, wreathed in his level 2 sword concept and blazing flame concept, came slashing toward it, the beast darted aside at the last moment, its dual heads snarling mockingly as though taunting him for even trying.
Worse still, each time it lunged, it spewed clouds of black gas from both of its mouths. The poisonous mist shot forward like a volley of arrows from a war crossbow, striking the ground and walls with explosive force, leaving jagged scorch marks on the stone and filling the air with a sharp, acrid smell.
Max’s brows knitted together, irritation flashing in his eyes. This wasn’t just a pursuit; it was a hunt, and the two-headed beast was the hunter driving him deeper and deeper into unknown territory. Tightening his grip on his sword, Max exhaled slowly, suppressing his rising anger, and pushed himself harder, darting forward even faster.
The space ahead of the Black Dog Abyss grew narrower and narrower, shrinking from a sprawling thousand feet across to barely a hundred feet in width. The deeper Max went, the more oppressive it became, as though the abyss itself was trying to swallow him whole.