Prometheus (2).
'Fucking Cardio!'
Cain could feel heat burning within his lungs as he ran with all his might. His Ki circulated like crazy within him, burning up, and replenishing at the same time, becoming thicker with each revolution.
However, Cain paid attention to none of these things. Right now, he had only one goal. And that was to escape from his very angry-looking pursuants.
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Lythoran Wyrm: Level 30 (Normal).
Strength: 1000.
Agility: 1000.
Defense: 500.
Magic: 0.
HP: 10,000/10,000.
MP: 0.
Skills: Booster Run, Ki Enhanced Claws.
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'They don't have a lick of mana, yet they are more deadly than anything I've ever faced. And they are just level 30 normal grade. This is hell...'
To Cain, the scariest part, was their level. Ordinary level 30 creatures should posses stats in the tens. For these level 30 creatures to have stats in the thousands was nothing short of abnormal.