471 Chapter 464. Fragment of Fallen Star (2)

At the first strike, the Specter was laughing. At the second strike, it was growling. And at the third, it roared.

The human was stronger than it thought, and slowly pushed it back with the strike that got heavier with each swing. The burning amber gaze--the brightest color it had ever seen--reminded the Specter of its Creator. 

And so it roared, sending the order to the other puny beasts to attack those this human tried to protect.

But the human growled. "Like I'll let you."

A surge of mana--which the Specter hated--came out of the human. It didn't rush toward the Specter, however, but to the human's back; a surge of darkness that quickly materialized into eight hundred and eighty-eight spikes, converging into a giant snake that kept rotating, shredding anything on its way.