Hoo~ A hand creaks~ clutching his throat.
Grasping forcefully.
The decaying Centaur Chieftain teetered on the brink of madness.
Vigorously twisted the long spear, causing even more exaggerated harm inside him.
But this move worked against ordinary life forms; yet the Flesh Butcher... without even a head, would it fear you piercing its chest?!
The left hand suddenly exploded with force, pressing down the other side, limitless power cascading like an avalanche.
The decaying Centaur was forcibly suppressed, emitting a hissing sound, trying to resist, his four hooves bent under the brute force.
He seemed to be wrestling with a Giant!
Only held on for two breaths before losing control, hoo~ bang~
The body was flipped and smashed onto the ground.
Excruciating pain struck, he desperately wanted to turn over and rise, but the next second, only saw the headless monster stomp one foot on his chest, pinning down his struggle.
