After Morton's shout, he felt a rush of wind behind him. Without hesitation, he teleported away. In the instant he departed, massive fireballs, surging energy arrows, and gusts that amplified the flames all furiously swept in.
As these attacks pierced the previous halo of light, Toby let out a piercing, agonizing cry.
A flash of joy appeared in everyone's eyes.
With such a flurry of attacks, this featherless brute will either die or be completely skinned!
While they waited to savor their victorious spoils, someone noticed something amiss: "Why is it only screaming but showing no movement?"
"If it had moved again, I would've already been dead." The speaker, the one who had cast the spatial restraint earlier, lay behind everyone, his body drenched in blood, clearly incapacitated and unable to continue fighting.
But at this moment, no one paid attention to his remarks—their eyes remained locked onto Toby.
