Polaris's palm transformed into an alligator head and clamped down on the limb of the Priest Ghoul.
A mass of shadows followed, covering the sharp teeth of the alligator's bite, the combined forces viciously tearing off a chunk of flesh!
Roar!!
The Priest Ghoul howled in pain as another pitch-black claw swiped viciously towards Polaris.
But Polaris's body was instantaneously shrouded by shadows, dragged to the side, perfectly avoiding the counterattack.
"This feeling… it's just awesome!"
Polaris clenched his fist, unable to refrain from glancing behind him.
There, the young painter was still vigorously swinging his brush, either dragging players through the shadows to help them evade lethal damage or mimicking the Priest Ghoul's portrait on the canvas, as if engaged in a painting battle that would decide the outcome.
The busiest person present was none other than him.