The Centipeagle flew past the slug and attacked first. Appearing before Wuhan, it flung its neck backward before snapping it forward, like a whip!
Wuhan dodged to the side; his grip on the sword tightened.
'I have to deal with this fast.' From the corner of his eye, Wuhan kept track of the slug as well.
He knew there had to be a trick to what these beasts were planning. The beasts were not that smart on their own, but under the control of a sentient being, Helena, that was another thing.
And then it happened.
Wuhan saw the attack he had dodged, paused midair, and with a heavy sound of gears turning, the extended green fangs on the centipede's body started rotating around it.
While the blades moved, the neck suddenly turned in his direction, and the centipede clacked its teeth at him. Wuhan barely dodged again when one of the blades around the neck brushed against his skin, drawing blood.
