I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 130: Was it a coincidence?

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Eryndor approached the rock, and carefully compared the details with the one Valentina had mentioned in her map.

Even though it looked the same from afar, he had to be certain so that he wouldn’t go in the wrong direction.

It has a few differences with what Valentina described. Is it the same rock or a different one?

To be absolutely sure, he took several pictures of the surroundings and sent them to Valentina.

"Is this the spot you went through?"

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She must be busy fighting the beasts.

He thought when he didn’t get a reply from her immediately.

To make sure he wouldn’t be going in the wrong direction, he only wandered around the area of the rock in search of more beasts.

He would stay in the same area until he got the confirmation from Valentina.

A few moments later, he came across a tall Torrifa.

Jeez, why is it another tall monster again?

Eryndor was quite frankly tired of looking up at monsters to battle with them.

Torrifa were plant based creatures, at least from the looks of it.

The creature towered over the treetops, its sinewy, bark-covered body twisting like a big vine with every step it took.

Its limbs were unnaturally long, composed of interwoven roots and fibrous tendrils that flexed like muscle.

From his teammates’ description and the one on the website, it seemed that these beasts were faster than the Terramorph Ravagers when it came to battle.

They could fight like any average human could, just with a very large size.

Leaves with thorned stems sprouted along its arms, rustling with every rapid motion, while its head—if it could even be called that—resembled a mass of writhing vines, each shifting to reveal clusters of luminous, amber-like eyes.

What is with all these creatures having multiple eyes? This is fucking creepy man.

Eryndor inwardly complained as he silently closed the gap with the beast.

The beast was said to be as good of a fighter as a human, with its massive size, it would’ve been extremely deadly if it didn’t have one fatal weakness.

Despite its overwhelming agility and resilience, its weak point was its core—a hollow cavity within its chest where a single, oversized seed pulsed with life.

If shattered, the creature would wither in an instant, its body collapsing into lifeless, brittle wood.

With his extended vision, he could see what the description was talking about.

A circular region in the center of its chest was literally empty. By who knew what kind of principle, a dark green colored seed floated in the center with nothing attached to it.

Employing Shadowstep, he dashed out of the covering, entering the beast’s range of senses as it turned to him.

Without any delay, the beast calculated his path of running and stomped where he would pass through.

Watching the beast’s move, Eryndor knew he had to act fast.

With nothing to hold onto to change direction, he used his mace and swung it hard on the ground, using the resulting force to change his direction, albeit abruptly and with a nasty jerk.

He rolled on the ground, but made sure to quickly get up and run in a different direction.

Almost dislocated my arm.

He thought back to the tactic he had to use for that last second change in direction.

None of his cultivation arts could be used to change direction at high speed. That mace was his only option.

He added a mental note to find such a movement cultivation art which would let him redirect himself at high speeds.

Shadowstep only gave him pure speed, it didn’t help in this regard.

Climbing a tree, he ducked suddenly as the Torrifa hand chopped at the trunk just a few spaces above him. He would’ve undoubtedly been smashed by that blow just now if he had kept on climbing.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, he leaped onto another tree, and began changing trees while climbing upwards, being careful to keep himself unpredictable.

This beast was too good at fighting.

When he was at the level of its neck, he lashed out with the fire element version of the Sky Piercing Palm. The creature was literally plant based, a fire based attack would deal great damage to it.

The Torrifa, though, had enough intelligence to simply not engage. It dodged instead of trying to block the attack. Only a wisp of ember burned at its nape, which it quickly put off.

So yea, it is indeed afraid of fire.

Without a delay, he switched trees once again, making sure his path couldn’t be predicted, all the while shooting fire element Sky Piercing Palm at the beast.

The creature switched its tactics. Being careful to dodge all the fire based attacks being thrown at it, the beast began uprooting nearby trees.

It was difficult, but still manageable for the Torrifa. Why? Because it seemed to have some unknown advantage over the trees, or anything plant based for that matter.

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Else it shouldn’t have been possible for it to uproot trees which were just a bit below its height.

Its motive? So that Eryndor wouldn’t have trees to perch himself on.

Eryndor was smart enough to immediately glean information from even this small act of the beast.

Why would it not think of dealing with the fire but look to remove my height advantage?

Hmm…

Could it be that fire does more damage to its upper part than its lower region?

If that was so, Eryndor couldn’t let the beast go on. He had to capitalize on the height advantage before the surrounding trees were all uprooted.

He waited, patiently waited. His fire based Sky Piercing Palm couldn’t be used repeatedly without any break, and the beast used that gap to uproot trees.

He changed his attack speed ever so slightly, so that the beast wouldn’t notice it.

By changing his rhythm of attacking, he wanted to bait the beast into believing that it was safe at that one particular point of time while it was uprooting some tree.

He would utilize that moment to abruptly jump on it.

Before he could go through with his plan though, he noticed something.

A team of students were heading his way.

If he were to decide to escape now, the only direction would be the direction which the group of Terramorph Ravagers were luring him towards previously.

Was it a coincidence?