I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor dropped his bag where he was standing, afraid that it would be damaged in the upcoming fight.

With only his spiked mace in his right hand, he shot forward in the direction of the beast.

He could already see how it looked.

The beast loomed, its gnarled form stretching no taller than the trees that surrounded it. Its body was a mass of sinewy muscle and jagged, overlapping plates, like stone melded with flesh.

A thick, matted mane of orange fur clung to its hunched back, trailing down to a ridged spine that pulsed faintly.

Its limbs were long, and judging from how each step was sinking deep into the earth, leaving behind cracked impressions, the beast had considerable weight.

Its clawed hands flexed with unsettling ease, a bit dexterous for their size Eryndor reckoned.

The head was slightly elongated, its maw filled with layered rows of uneven, splintered fangs, while eyes—too many for comfort—blinked out of sync across its face, each a different shade of color.

The beast looked fearsome, and it was also not in the list of beasts his team had encountered.

Then why was Eryndor still approaching it? Because it was in the mid stage of Latent realm.

However, according to him, it might have the strength of a beast at the peak of the Latent realm.

When it came to beasts, it wasn't just a matter of stages or realms.

For example, take an ordinary beast before the Cosmic Limit increased from zero to one.

Let's assume crocodiles, their bite force was enough to snap a human leg in half.

Even in the current era, a normal crocodile at level zero had enough bite force to rival the bite force of beasts not proficient in biting at the beginning of level two.

The point was, the strength of a beast varied drastically in the lower stages as it largely depended on their physiques.

Eryndor only estimated the beast in front of him to have a strength at peak of Latent realm because it was moving incredibly slowly, with its size greatly affecting it.

As soon as he reached the beast, Eryndor used Crimson Armor to cover his body despite having the Sovereign's Cloak. Eryndor felt there would never be enough defenses.

Judging from its arm swinging towards him, the beast had already sensed him, but before it even reached him, Eryndor used the shadows to run behind its leg, swinging his spiked mace like at it.

One second there was just flesh at the spot, but at some point a stone plate appeared, blocking the blow from the mace.

As expected.

Even though Eryndor just used pure force without any Qi or cultivation art, it should've been enough to hurt a mid stage beast, but the behemoth before him was completely fine.

Without even raising his head, he could see one of the hands sneaking up on him.

Using his Shadowstep once again, Eryndor dodged the strike and approached the other leg.

This time he circulated his Lighting Infusion as a light blue aura with occasional white sparks covered him.

Eryndor had a clear view of the lightning element channeled through his mace, covering it with a similarly colored aura.

Eryndor swung his spike mace hard, but using Qi infusion function, the head of the mace detached just a moment before impact, the swing's momentum carrying it onwards.

Stone plates appeared where he was about to hit, but due to the last moment unpredictability of the spiked head, it hit an area covered with flesh.

Electricity rode up its physique as the beast cried out loud. Taking advantage of the fact that his previous attack on its bare flesh might've probably stunned the beast, he approached the bare flesh with the intention to use Internal Fist.

At the last moment though, his instincts flared up. Heeding them dutifully, he swerved using Shadowstep.

Fooosh

The heel of the leg lightly grazed by his nose as the beast flicked its leg backwards.

At such a close distance even its slow speed was far faster than normal.

Thankfully, Eryndor barely dodged, his eyes narrowing in thought.

Is its flesh lightning resistant? No, it should be stun resistant.

He remembered the beast crying out loud after being hit by lightning, it couldn't be resistant to it. But since it was able to move, it was certainly stun resistant.

With that thought in mind, Eryndor changed his approach.

Since the lightning element's only advantage was negated, he put the mace in his left hand, which was his recessive hand.

Through the mace, he could only use lightning, since he had lightning element Qi and Lightning Infusion cultivation art.

But barehand? He could use the fire and air element of the Sky Piercing Palm cultivation art. There was also the Internal Fist which could do pure damage.

Jeez, I'll have to learn some more cultivation arts to go along with the mace.

He had this thought as he continued battling, looking for the next chance.

It wasn't really Eryndor's fault. The first battle he had with the mace just happened to be with some beast which was stun resistant. Lightning did have some increased damage but it was nothing compared to fire or Internal Fist.

The beast kept swinging its heavy and elongated arms, as it seemed to be its only form of attack.

Eryndor tried not to be anywhere near its swing direction, as its hands were dexterous enough to snap in any direction and catch the prey in its firm grip.

Chance!

Just as the beast once again swung both his arms towards him, he used Shadowstep to move aside and head for its leg once again.

But he didn't attack it, no. Eryndor began climbing its right leg. Out of the corner of his sight, he saw one of its arms heading towards him.

But Eryndor wasn't afraid. Why? Because the arm was incredibly slow.

As expected, its arms are so heavy it can only swing them around. Controlling them upwards is a bit of a stretch and needs some proper effort on its part.

When the beast realized Eryndor easily dodged its palm, it turned around and began running.

Eryndor's brain immediately began thinking when he saw the action this beast took.

Shit, is it heading in the direction of reinforcements? Or some trap?