Space was torn apart, and inside the monster was still struggling.
Curtis's face had turned very ugly, he couldn't help but step back a few paces, "A Fent Monster?"
This was a horrifying beast with demon blood, according to legend, and judging by the color of its horns, this Fent Monster was a rare frost-type.
The aura emanating from its body had reached the limit of the Third Tier; Curtis was only an average Third-Tier, and against such a creature, he wouldn't even have a chance to run.
"Thank God, thank goodness you're here, Lady Tamara, this is a crisis we can't handle."
"If we delay any longer, and the beast breaks free..."
A hint of fear flashed across Curtis's face.
He was about to attack when suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew by his side, Curtis turned his head to see Tamara's hefty palm smashing into his face!
"Crack!"
Caught off guard, Curtis's neck made a sound of bones breaking, his head rotated 180 degrees, and he heard Tamara's indifferent voice: