Chapter 885
The description “truly pitiful” seemed perfectly apt for the situation.
Despite the ocean being its natural domain, not even Behemoth could withstand the brutal group beatdown. The others beat the living daylights out of it.
[Oh no! My hand slipped! My apologies!]
[Oops! My teeth felt itchy, so I just couldn’t help myself!]
[Die, Contractor!]
‘Hey, I’m your Contractor, you fools.’
Even when Behemoth tried to resist by leveraging its massive size, the two Mythical Beast Kings didn’t let it off so easily. The three had comparable powers, but with the addition of divine beasts and Spirit Kings, Behemoth had no chance.
From Behemoth's perspective, the situation was sufficient to drive it up the wall. As a creature that had spent its life at the top of the food chain, reigning as an absolute monarch, what it was experiencing was a humiliating and unmanageable crisis.
Even as a creature driven by animalistic instincts, it understood the severity of the situation—or perhaps it was precisely those instincts that gave it such an acute grasp on the implications.