"Little Tapir, there are two more over there!"
"Puhu!"
The combat and control abilities of the Dream Devouring Tapir are beyond doubt.
Moreover, it had absorbed the shock and fear from the Hirudinidae, and it also had a group of devoted Ainu tall tale followers in the Source Earth.
Even among the Arajin of the same rank, its strength was not weak.
Handling a group of frenzied Rank D monsters was all too easy.
The dream-like, misty red lights, representing the dreamscape, wove back and forth, casting a soft and faint glow that was sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, like an illusion, flickering along the crimson coastline.
Elegant and bizarre arcs fluttered uncertainly, sweeping back and forth like ghosts, sending any maddened Lady Ishi or Rockfish Master that was struck by Little Tapir's red light into a deep slumber on the spot.
