I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor clung to the beast as it ran.

Should I get off?

He thought, but quickly denied it.

No. I can always check the situation using my extended vision, I better keep damaging it.

Eryndor used Telekinesis to pick up his travel bag which he had kept far from the battlefield. He couldn't leave it there as there were high chances it would get stolen.

He wouldn't have minded if it didn't have many valuables, but it did.

Focusing his attention back on the beast, he activated his Internal Fist.

As the humongous creature ran, it suddenly felt a sharp pain in its torso.

Eryndor had used Internal Fist on its plain bare flesh when it didn't have the time to pay attention to him.

As the beast ran, Eryndor kept punching it, but the beast didn't stop.

What is so important that it would not care about its life but keep running? Are there really reinforcements there?

Is it enough that it believes it would be safe as long as it reaches there?

Eryndor didn't pay much attention, confident in his extended vision. He continued battering the beast with Internal Fist, which was currently the highest means of damage he had in his base form.

As the beast turned bloody, something finally appeared in his vision.

Turned out he was right.

The beast was indeed heading towards reinforcements. He could see approximately five more beasts of the same kind lurking near a cave which was a bit small for their size.

Do they keep their stuff there? Will I be able to find something good in there?

He quickly pushed that thought to the back of his head and turned his head upwards to gaze at the beast's head.

It had a bit of an elongated head, Eryndor didn't know if it could extend so he always kept a reasonable distance. He never went anywhere near the neck, but stayed on its chest area to keep bombarding it with Internal Fists.

A thought once again crept in his mind as he turned his attention away from its head.

Can it not call them?

He didn't let his thoughts linger too much on this. It could simply be that the beast was a mute, and their community hadn't developed any other form of communication.

No wait, it cried out earlier when lightning hit it, it can't be mute. Chuck it, I don't wanna think about it.

I just want a good fight.

Unbeknownst to him, he had begun craving fights.

Circulating his Internal Fist once more, Eryndor punched it hard on the bare flesh. This time blood spurted out in such a large quantity that Eryndor wondered if he had finally managed to fatally injure it.

Dropping the bag nearby, Eryndor paid full attention to the upcoming fight.

There were a total of six beasts, with the one he was grabbing at already injured judging from its gait.

Before it could regroup with them, Eryndor kept circulating his Internal Fist and continued punching on the same spot.

The beast finally began crying out loud, spurting blood from its mouth when it did so. But Eryndor could see that none of the five had moved, still loitering around near the cave.

Ooo I see. It isn't that it didn't want to speak but this species has a bad hearing sense, and it also had blood in its mouth.

Was another reason it didn't want to open its mouth was because it had blood inside? Why? Does losing blood make them weaker?

It seemed that its run had indeed slowed down, Eryndor didn't know if he had indeed guessed correctly, but he took full advantage of it.

A few seconds later, the five monstrous beasts turned their heads as one of their kin fell flat a few meters away from them.

A small human stood there, strangely colored. His outer clothing was completely fine, void black without a speck of impurity, or blood.

However, the visible part of his red armor was completely covered in blood.

Eryndor panted heavily after finally killing the beast, but he couldn't do it before reaching the five similar beasts before him. Its fall had alerted them.

Well, no worries.

He had deactivated his external vision for some time after dropping his bag, juggling between passive cultivation and using cultivation arts instead.

His Qi reserves were at seventy five percent, enough for him to consider taking on the five beasts here. The one before hadn't been too difficult.

Eryndor might not have noticed it, but the position of his team suddenly shot up in first place, with his kill granting him a total of three hundred points.

He once again used Lightning Infusion. Even if stun didn't work on these beasts, he would need every bit of speed and damage when fighting these beasts.

Light blue aura once again covered him, including the mace in his hand. White sparks flew up every now and then, which were pretty much harmless to Eryndor.

Using Shadowstep, he initiated the fight by closing distance, while two of the five had begun moving in his direction.

The ground trembled.

The beasts' elongated arms twitched, claws flexing in anticipation.

Their many-colored eyes blinked in erratic rhythm, scanning him from all angles.

Eryndor exhaled. Five at once? A cruel challenge. But he definitely felt like giving it a try.

One of the beasts curled its arm back and swung, the force splitting the air.

Instead of dodging outright, Eryndor lunged forward, closing the distance before it could complete its motion. He channeled Internal Fist, striking its plated leg.

It hurt his hand to hit plain hard rock, but judging from how the creature wailed, it might've been hurt more.

Suddenly, as he was repositioning, a thick bolt of lightning hit the ground before him.

Fuck! Change of plans!

One of these beasts had an ability!

Seeing the beasts had cut off his escape route, he ran into the small cave. It was too small for them to enter, and judging from its structure, it likely had another opening.

Dodging the bolts of lightning, he ran deep into the cave before finally slowing down.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he caught something strange. There was burnt yellow paper beneath a rock.

With furrowed brows, he overturned the rock, and took a look at the words written on it.

Majority of them were burnt or smudged, but when his eyes glanced over the readable ones, his heart leaped up to his throat with intense shock.

[.... Eldritch Eryndor….]