1423 1423. Hunts

The magical beasts that had attacked Noah were creatures in the middle tier. It was only normal for them to focus on a target they felt was at their same level. Yet, they had heavily underestimated the power of his body.

Noah wasn't only a hybrid. His black hole placed him in a superior league, and his body had gone through so many purifications that simple labels couldn't describe its power.

More tentacles broke the fabric of the sky and entangled themselves around Noah. Even some magical beast in the lower tier had joined the attack to add power to the pulling force, but that didn't make any difference.

Noah didn't move. Cracks opened on the ground due to the strength applied to his figure, but he didn't budge. Those creatures couldn't even make him bend toward the passages to the void.

'You had to attack me when you had the chance,' Noah thought as he twisted his ankles and began to turn.