: Returning to the Tribe
But the Rift Beast was a chaotic entity that did not follow the rules of mortal combat.
As Qin Mo's sword pierced deep into its giant eye, causing the creature to let out a final, thrashing shudder, the beast did not try to pull away. Instead, using the absolute last drop of its dying strength, it lunged its massive head forward.
*Squilch.*
Qin Mo's eyes went completely wide, his breath catching sharply in his throat.
The long, twisted black horn on the beast's forehead had pierced through his body. The sharp, jagged tip entered through his lower abdomen, tearing through his muscles and his spiritual pathways, before exiting cleanly out of his lower back.
A sharp, blinding agony exploded through Qin Mo's entire nervous system, a wave of cold, chaotic energy flooding directly into his core, instantly turning his spiritual meridians to ice.
*Gasp.*
