It roared in anger, its heavy hammer swinging into a blur of afterimages. With every smash, at least one Skeleton was pulverized, and even the Bone Jades and Black Corpses were occasionally knocked back.
But two fists are no match for four, and a lone tiger can't fend off a pack of wolves.
Trapped within the dense encirclement, the strength and charging advantage it took such pride in were rendered useless.
To its immense frustration...
Whenever it felt the weakness and pain subsiding, just as it prepared to unleash its power to break through or grievously wound a target, the damned Necromancer in the distance—and the Skeleton Mage beside him—would cast another Curse.
That vile Curse clung to it like a festering disease, continuously draining its stamina and patience.
"ROOOOAR~~~!!!"
