Chapter 43: Facing A Horde Of Dreadlings (2/2)

The other Jawfiends got even more riled up seeing that its fellow Jawfiends were dying one by one to Arion.

Arion took at least ten seconds to fire each arrow since he had to carefully aim in such a tense situation and because of how dimly lit the whole place was.

If it wasn't for the luminous pink stones on the rocky roof, Arion would have been shooting blind, which was no better than a dead man shooting arrows.

But because of him taking so much time shooting each arrow, by the time they reached within hundred meters of him, he was only able to kill two more.

By the time he released his next arrow, he saw at least ten Jawfiends getting within forty meters of his range.

He quickly threw away his bow and took out both his axes since he knew he didn't have enough time to fire another arrow and also switch weapons.

Instead of wallowing in despair, Arion decided to kill as many as he can since he already analyzed how these Jawfiends attack, especially the way they move and react.

*Kreee!!*

The Jawfiend that was nearest to Arion jumped at him while opening its ominous-looking fangs to bite into Arion's flesh.

Arion, however, reacted fast as his eyes clearly saw the Jawfiend jumping towards him at a slowed-down motion of time though not too much, but just enough for Arion to quickly move his body and bring down his axe over its head.

Since it was hard for it to dodge mid-air, one of Arion's axe found its mark and slashed its head, bringing it down instantly.

This time, Arion felt as if he was able to slash deeper into its head and more effortlessly. Previously, it took him more strength and time to do the same thing.

This realization made him feel elated since he found out that he would be able to strike them down easily, especially when they didn't have enough space to dodge. So he needn't worry about timing his attacks and would be able to attack simultaneously.

He was standing in a corner so that he could avoid any Jawfiends backstabbing him or attacking him from awkward angles.

He was killing them off faster than when he was using his bow and arrow but faced a great risk of getting injured.

The only reason he was able to slow down their onslaught was because of fiercely swinging his axes and using the corpses of the one he killed to slow the others down.

He was also carefully observing their creepy mouths to see if they were going to spit some venom at him.

However, strangely, none of them were trying to spit at him.

However, this thought only remained when he noticed a large monstrous figure entering his peripheral vision.