Numerous arrows flew through the air and struck the Behemoth’s body. In response, the Behemoth stomped its feet and charged over. However, Shakhan quickly dodged the Behemoth’s gargantuan feet as they wrecked all of their surroundings.0

Shakhan rapidly fired arrows in succession, but he failed to injure the Behemoth. The Behemoth merely flinched and then went after Shakhan again. Even if it got injured, thick mana seeped out and healed its body. All of the mana in the forest was supporting the Behemoth. Shakhan was putting up a fight with the strength that he had obtained from consuming the manticore’s heart, but it wasn’t enough. Shakhan’s body was like a small creek running out of water, while the Behemoth’s body was like the ocean with various sources of water constantly streaming in.0

Crockta, who had been observing the scene, thought about the next essential step that he had to make. The Behemoth was basically an army with an infinite replenishment of supplies; there was no end to its source of power. Crockta had to block off the source supplying the mana, but how could he cut off the Behemoth’s connection to the forest’s energy?0

He looked at the darkness that spread out beyond the forest like an abyss. The wall of darkness, which the Behemoth protected, was what separated the continent from the north. No one had ever made it past that wall of darkness.0

“…there’s a beast that turned into a monster after devouring the thing buried here,” Shakhan’s words popped up in Crockta’s mind.0

‘Was there something inside the darkness?’ wondered Crockta.0

Right then, the Demon’s Mouth at his waist stirred.0

“…!” Crockta was shocked to find the Demon’s Mouth was pulling him toward the darkness ahead.0

Then Crockta looked back and...0