“Slicing monsters like butter!"

Jonathan was spent, engulfed by crushing fatigue. 

Dizziness darkened his vision. His limbs turned icy—bad signs of blood loss. 

The left arm wound had worsened. Shot through that hand, the bone was broken, and the forearm bent at an unnatural angle. A fragmented fracture, bone shards visible. Initially, blood had spurted out like a gushing fountain until he'd tourniqueted the upper arm to staunch the flow.

At 9 PM, a slimy black tentacle creature emerged from the 'Gate to the Underworld .'During the struggle, it managed to coil around Jonathan's left hand. The creature's strength was tremendous, as vicious as a Red Thorn Hunter, and it twisted off his arm. 

Worse, the barbed tentacle seemed venomous, some neural toxin numbing his senses. He couldn't feel the pain in his arm or any other part of his body, leaving his body increasingly unresponsive. 

One more monster attack would finish him. 

The current time was 23:49... almost midnight.