The Saint Of Spirits
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CRAAAASSSHH!!!
The powerful Giant Blazing Wild Boar landed over a tree, crushing it and setting it ablaze. The beast quickly stood back up again, the deadly wounds it had taken from Luck were still there, though they were slowly regenerating.
The stronger the beasts were, the faster their regeneration would become. The power this beast had, as a Tier 3 monster, was incredible, and so was its Magical Power and Mana…
"It is not dead yet?" Luck was surprised. "I literally launched it all the way there…"
"Beasts of higher tiers are incredibly resilient, boy." The Golden Tiger's voice echoed within Luck's body. "If that beast is truly the one that felled your father, then you must defeat it at all costs! You have less than a minute to maintain this form but use it to defeat it! Now, to summon my strength, you must summon my body parts! My claws, my legs, my fangs, and my eyes! They're simply spells engraved within your magic circle, use them!"