The gap of rank and strength

Ismoley continued his unstoppable attack. Steam of smoke came out from his mouth every time he exhaled to pounce and swipes more and more in order to kill the enemy.

He needed not to show any mercy at this type of person who had a scary strength. With this type of opponent, it's not always that chances like this would appear before him.

Right now, his mind was so focused on defeating this enemy.

The heavy rain started to become lighter.

His fur was drenched.

The blood, dirt, and rainwater had mixed together and splattering around every time he swipes his massive arms.

Yeman was receiving these attacks barehanded. If not because of the soul energy that envelops his arms, his arms had probably long detached from his body.

The holes that had been created due to Ismoley's relentless attacks become larger and larger. Not far from them, his comrades were getting excited as they were watching at him raining attacks to the enemy who had no chance to return even a single hit.