"Kill!"
The ferociousness of the creature in front of Ravi was successfully aroused and the long butterfly antennae on top of its head, extended, turning green. It flapped the wings behind it and five of its friends also transformed, their gazes of insanity fixed on Ravi.
Ravi was as emotionless as always. He had come to this world five months ago and for the five months, he had been in this mountain fighting life and dear battles with various creatures, he had almost forgotten how many injuries he had received and how much blood he had sprayed.
The live combat experience that Ravi had tempered through slaughter had caused him to enter combat status, the instant he wanted to fight.
No hesitation, no delay, or any spouting nonsense, all his concentration was clocked onto the slaughter that was approaching, and his mind was calm and filled with cold killing intent.