"UGH!"
Death wasn't having a simple time against the Crombo; the giant lizard wasn't weak. It actually was terrifying; it was easily taller than seven meters and had the weight of a tank.
With pure black scales and a long tail used as a giant whip, the beast was odd, ugly, and intimidating.
The beast almost ripped Death to shreds several times, and it would have been successful if the man hadn't been quick enough to avoid its attacks.
Death could swear the beast was trying to lure him into attacking specific spots—traps that would have left him at the mercy of its gigantic maws and razor-sharp teeth if he hadn't been sharp enough to notice them.
Death dodged the beast's tail attack. The tail whirled around like a spinning blade, creating a strong windstorm that threatened to knock Death off balance.
"Fuck..."
