The Final Strike

"Where do you think you're going?" Rowan spoke with his entire figure covered in shining yellow aura.

Now, the group of adventurers forming a formation around him had scattered, because like the snake, they could perceive danger, one that signified death.

It was also at this moment that the snake knew…it had f*cked up!

But Rowan had no considerations as he blasted towards it, leaving a yellow blur in his wake.

The snake, feeling death getting closer, wrapped its body in a circular way as it hid its head at the center.

But like before, this was a terrible mistake. A futile act was exactly what it was.

The next moment, Rowan appeared in front of the snake's coiled body and swung his greatsword.

From the sword, we see a vivid line of shining yellow form as it passed through the snake's body at once.

Time seemed to slow down, when…

*CRAACK!*