The Formless Heat

Bam! Bam! Bam!

David knocked down a few trees down his road with his speed but that just made him slower as the obstruction stalled him.

David's expression changed he was horrified but he could only watch with widened eyes as the Soaring Threadserpent bit at his hand.

In that moment, he felt a great force grip his wrist tightly and seven sharp needles penetrating his hand.

A sudden chill was then felt as his hands was starting to go numb almost immediately.

His mind suddenly turned blank. He knew he was in trouble this time.

He was stronger than the beast, that was a fact he knew and even the beast was aware of but what was this helplessness he was feeling?

He recalled the information about the Threadserpent's poison.

The Threadserpent could be categorised as a mid-level dark haze beast.

Thw only reasin it was even categorised was because of its speed and its poison. Its strength was negligible to say the least.