The Behemoth looked bewildered and confused, but Flora didn’t give it the chance to linger. She soared and maneuvered through the air, her body spinning rapidly, hair flying, landing two swift punches that surprisingly forced the Behemoth back several steps.

The Behemoth, which had been so confident earlier, immediately let out a terrified, eerie cry, suddenly realizing the frightening truth—that Flora had strength to match its own.

The Behemoth chose not to surrender.

At this moment, it stood on the ground, its eye sockets burning with ghost fire turned towards Flora, its entire body filled with endless ferocity and menace, like the vengeful souls of thousands from Hell roaring in unison, enveloping the atmosphere with an overwhelming aura of massacre, as if intending to obliterate all living beings on earth in an instant.

A natural battle berserker, the Behemoth excelled in overpowering any prowess, no enemy or defense could withstand its punches.

The opponent before it, though she had taken its punch, didn’t mean she could withstand the coming onslaught.

——Frenzy!

The Behemoth’s muscles swelled, its eyes turned blood red. In this state, it discarded its ability to think, choosing to unleash power to its fullest.

Chen Feng frowned slightly; he hadn’t anticipated that this Behemoth would enter frenzy after just one attack. It was all too fast.

At this time, the Behemoth was in a state of extreme berserk darkness. It had just been asleep, so its mind hadn’t reacted, allowing Flora to stop it with a punch.

Humiliation, such humiliation—this mighty beast leader actually matched with a small creature like Flora. For the Behemoth, this was its first.

Vengeance, it would exact severe vengeance!

This time, it wanted to obliterate Flora completely!

"Still have a trick up its sleeve?"

Seeing the Behemoth summon greater, more terrifying power, filled with even more intense killing intent, Flora’s expression inevitably turned serious.

"Worthy of the Behemoth... its formidable vitality can even rival the Giant Dragon. Facing such power, Flora must proceed cautiously." Seeing this, Chen Feng gently patted the Inferior Demon’s head, which nodded and moved forward slightly.

"Roar!"

The Behemoth hardly cared what Flora was thinking. It acted purely on desires for slaughter and destruction, its only target—to kill every creature displeasing to it!

The first it sought to eliminate was Flora!

Two colossal arms pierced through layers of air, fiercely attacking Flora, who defiantly summoned all her strength, extending her hands and colliding strongly with its claws!

"Bang!"

Powerful energy turbulence sent explosive sounds rippling through the surrounding air.

"Huff..."

Flora coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, her face paled. The Behemoth, in its frenzy, didn’t even consider Flora, an incredibly skilled Golden Tier fighter.

A single move sent Flora flying—this was the true strength of the Behemoth!

Of course, Flora hadn’t anticipated that the opponent would abandon thought in just one round and bring destruction upon her.

However, just as the Behemoth prepared to seize the chance for another attack, an arrow pierced through its eye directly.

A smear of crimson.

The Behemoth stood dazed, initially numb like a current, then after a few seconds, sharp, penetrating pain.

Was it blind now?

Being purely a combat creature, each part of the Behemoth’s body was nearly perfect—exceptional jumping ability, frenzied explosiveness, keen sight.

Yet now, about to seriously injure the opponent with one more strike, it somehow got ambushed, one of its eyes completely burst.

Vengeance!

It wanted to wage a mad retaliation!

At this point, the Behemoth was fully enraged, holding only a simple goal—to kill these invaders before it.

The Behemoth raised its head, glaring viciously towards the direction where Flora and the others stood, its eye pierced by the arrow was now flowing thick blood, droplets fell onto its silver-white fur, filling the air with a terrifying aura.

"Roar..."

The Behemoth stepped forward, just as its anger transformed into power, a dark silhouette suddenly appeared ahead. That small figure grew larger as it approached, wings and a tail emerged in front of it.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

The Behemoth didn’t even have time to react when a surge of pain spread across its body, neck, abdomen, head, even beneath its belly. The suddenly appearing figure possessed significant power, numerous hands, pummeling the Behemoth with over a dozen punches within a mere second.

"How could it be..."

The Behemoth completely collapsed. It didn’t understand where all these enemies suddenly sprang from.

Flora, the Dark Elf, the Inferior Demon.

At this moment, the Behemoth was undoubtedly pitiable, within a short period, subjected to three dark creatures’ attention, relying only on its tough skin. Had it been any other creature, it would have perished long ago.

Chen Feng was a Summoner.

His expertise lay in utilizing overwhelming numbers. Even if the Behemoth descended into frenzy, two fists wouldn’t prevail against many. In this seamless partnership, every step it took was within Flora and others’ calculations.

Though Flora didn’t get along with the Dark Elf privately, on the battlefield, following the Summoner’s command, they didn’t dare relax at all. Rather, after prolonged collaboration, they could interpret each other’s meaning with just a glance or gesture.

How does the saying go?

Your greatest understanding sometimes comes not from friends, but enemies.

The Behemoth was defeated, utterly defeated.

Even though they triumphed over this behemoth, Chen Feng was tightly furrowed, uncertain how to articulate his current feelings—everything seemed too easy.

Indeed.

Despite the Behemoth’s Golden Tier-level strength, posing a danger to Flora, Chen Feng felt everything was rather easy.

Almost eerily effortless.

A bizarre island.

Mutated creatures.

Chen Feng expended no small amount of resources to guard against possible threats on this island, confronted by merely a Golden Tier Behemoth.

Perhaps seasoned by great spectacle, Chen Feng found it somewhat unbelievable when facing this truth.

Battle.

Just thusly reached the conclusion.

Next was clean-up operation, the Inferior Demon absorbed in combat to such a level few monsters could withstand its fists. At this moment, the Behemoth’s formidable defense became a competent sandbag.

Ten punches, twenty punches, hundreds of punches.

Even the Inferior Demon lost count of the punches delivered to the Behemoth, just one thing—the Behemoth couldn’t rise, whenever it tried, its body was bombarded with fist strikes as if by hail.

The Behemoth’s body was severely exhausted; it felt it wouldn’t be long before it was beaten to death.

"Roar..."

The Behemoth abandoned resistance, it fell to the ground, its roar no longer full of frenzy, diluted by a sense of mourning, like crying, filled with a forlorn aura.

The sound hoarse, accompanied by a barely audible wailing, more akin to a plea than begging for mercy—a kind of confiding.

Chen Feng stood aside, his body involuntarily shook slightly, uncertain why, as the Behemoth roared, he sensed an impending event.

"Boom!"

A column of fire erupted in the distance, followed by dark smoke blanketing the island sky.

The volcano erupted.

No one anticipated an active volcano on this island, now erupting for some unexplained reason.

Chen Feng’s unease intensified.

Amidst the volcanic eruption, the human form gradually receded, transformed into a real Demon; ahead, he sharply detected a menacing presence.

The Behemoth before him wasn’t the island’s supreme entity.

Its shout wasn’t merely one of weakness or distress, but a... call for reinforcements!