They stayed in place and launched a fierce attack on the remaining three members of the Sea Thorn Squad.
Goooo—
A deep bird call echoed through the branches and undergrowth.
A huge, curved, sharp bird's beak opened widely, revealing its razor-sharp edges and serrated small bony projections at the joint.
From the pitch-black, heavy bear paws emerged claws resembling curved bird talons, like daggers.
No need to be sharp; even if they were dull, under the drive of arms as thick as tree trunks, they were enough to split any flesh and blood body daring to stand in front of it in half.
"Bang!"
Dust splashed, leaves flew.
A deep claw mark was left on the ground, while Cash, who originally stood before the Bear, moved with his Stone Spear to evade a blow that could have killed him on the spot.
This middle-aged man, clad in Scale Armor and rich in adventure experience, had a tense face as if focused on the battle at hand without much visible emotional fluctuation.
