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  The giant scorpion’s body froze, and he stopped in his pursuit. With a solemn expression, he looked towards the eagle beastman walking into the battleground.

  So, it was him. No wonder Bai Qingqing was taken away without anyone knowing. With the appearance of this perverse stripeless eagle beastman, suddenly everything made sense.

  But even then, so what? That would just add another defeated opponent to his list.

  The eagle beastman was fearless in the face of death and was a hundred times more ferocious compared to the rootless beasts in Flame City. Also, he had extraordinarily good luck, coming out unscathed despite doing all sorts of actions that exceeded his means, such as recklessly challenging beastmen above his level.

  Yet, he managed to escape from the claws of death time and time again, speedily elevating his status to that of a stripeless beast.

  When he became a stripeless beast, the eagle beastman started challenging him. The eagle would endlessly repeat the cycle of challenging the scorpion, failing, then challenging him again, repeating the cycle endlessly. If he wasn’t making use of him to search for the black crystal, he could kill the eagle any time.

  Now that Chris’s soul crystal had been found, there wasn’t a need for him to keep the eagle beastman around.

  At this thought, a murderous glint appeared in Saint Zachary’s eyes as he stared at the eagle beastman.

  Curtis was mildly surprised for a moment, but he didn’t appreciate the kindness. Seeing that Saint Zachary had paused and was still attacking him, with no intention of cooperating with him at all.

  Having reached this state, even with his eyes closed Saint Zachary could sense the actions of his opponent. With his eyes fixed upon the eagle beastman, he raised his scorpion tail and fended off the secret attack from the snake beastman.

  The reason the other party had succeeded in sneaking an attack on him was because of Chris’s soul crystal. The only thing on earth that could disrupt his nerves was her. Other than that, he had no other soft spots.

  Muir, too, charged straight towards the giant scorpion without any disguise and pounded a fist on his opponent’s face, letting out from his throat a howl even more ferocious than that of a wild beast.

  His fist grazed past air, making a swift and fierce jungling sound amid the howling of the wind as he smashed into enemy territory.

  Saint Zachary, who neither hid nor dodged when faced with the snake beastmen, speedily dodged from this fist. As the iron fist landed on the ground, it made a resounding loud bang.

  Crushed rock pieces flew about, the ground cracked, and the area within a ten meters radius was enveloped in a ball of stirred-up dust.

  With their visions blurred by the grey dust, Saint Zachary and Muir momentarily couldn’t see each other clearly.

  On the other hand, Curtis could use his tongue to determine the positions of living beings. He didn’t stop for even a second and immediately went to bite at the giant scorpion with his mouth wide open.

  However, he failed in his best chance of attacking. With a pair of feelers on his head, when the snake beastman reached certain proximity, his feelers would be able to capture the sound of the wind.

  Instead of dodging, he pretended not to notice. Just as the snake’s mouth edged closer to him, he suddenly curled up his scorpion’s tail and went straight for the top of the snake beastman’s head.

  Curtis speedily left his original path, narrowly avoiding the venomous hook and also taking advantage of the opportunity to curl itself around the giant scorpion’s body.

  Failing to attack with his venomous fangs, he still had a most invincible tactic up his sleeve—that was, coiling his opponent with his snake body.

  His softened body carried with it a terrifying strength. The moment it coiled around the opponent, it started squeezing with all its might.

  The moment one found themselves in his coils, there wasn’t any chance for survival.

  Because his body was too close to that of the giant scorpion, it wasn’t easy for the latter to aim at his opponent with his venomous hooks. Moreover, Curtis had—for the sake of his own safety—specifically coiled himself around the base of the scorpion’s tail. Regardless of how agile the scorpion tail was, it couldn’t possibly pierce at its own base.

  But Saint Zachary was no ordinary beastman. Detecting the other party’s intention at the first instant, he nimbly glided out as though lubricated with oil, barely allowing the scorpion tail to extract itself from the coils of the snake which were tightening at an incredible speed.

  The pain on his shoulders had already turned numb. He shook his head, the world feeling warped according to his senses. He was obviously poisoned.

  Before Saint Zachary could steady his footing, the eagle beastman ran towards him with his fists raised from the other side.