Reaching the lower level didn't have to be as troublesome as coming up, because the bloated body of the Great Left Hand had already smashed through nearly half of the floor. Those fat tissues fall into the narrow corridors and room layouts, directly crushing some of the walls that are not solid enough, but they are also limited by the quality of the walls, and have to change their shape.

The change in appearance is never a big problem, but just changing the appearance can't get rid of the fighters who follow you.

Arrows, blades, and dagger spikes were no longer scrupulous for the team members who fell back to the second floor from above, and they showed their skills in the narrow space between the ruins, mainly the killing part.

Atta and Kairas walked atop the monster's body, and Frakrag was able to cut through ordinary armor with the blade of the elf's forging technique, even without revealing his second inscription. In order to ensure that the body can move in a confined space, the Great One even discarded some of the hard carapace that it had evolved during its previous battles with the team, and returned to a soft and helpless state.

At this time, the magic sword is like a hungry wolf galloping among the sheep, and it is all tender and delicious as far as the eye can see, and nothing can stop it from feasting on flesh and blood. But it has to understand what lies beneath the supple wool of the sheep that is being cut wantonly. Whether it eats tender lamb or stones wrapped in sheepskin.

As the magic sword left scars one after another, the monster's wounds were no longer cloudy pus, but corrosive liquid with the characteristic smell of acidic substances.

"Zra!" the green smoke came from the magic sword with an unpleasant stench, forcing Atta to restrain her unbridled destruction.

True, she wanted to stop the monster, but the Vlakragri in her hand hid the only clue she had to find her biological parents and other relatives, and if the magic sword was damaged here, she would probably lose the chance to find her origin forever, and she couldn't take this risk.

At this moment, the fleshy ground in front of a man and a cat suddenly exploded, and it turned out to be a naked vampire who rushed out of the monster's body again.

They found that Jung seemed to have a penchant for rushing inside his body to wreak havoc when facing this opponent, and unlike when he first transformed into a werewolf to fight the cultists, every time he rushed out of the monster's body, the vampire maintained a very standard human form, except that the skin would have an eerie red color and exceptionally distinct vascular lines. And every time Jung attacked, it was accompanied by large chunks of black-purple bruises from the inside, followed by flesh that collapsed inward, as if it had been swallowed by something.

This time the vampire not only rushed out on his own, but also held an object in his hand, and when he reached out and threw it, Kairaz keenly caught it in the air, and in his hand was the Delphinium sword that had been inserted into the monster's body during the battle.

This is a great good thing for the cat fairy, the only problem is that under the stimulation of Atta before, the monster has begun to secrete bodily fluids on the surface of the body that can cause corrosive effects on metal, and what about a bronze sword at this time?

"Boom!" the battlefield doesn't stop with thoughts, and in the brief moment when the Bloods return their weapons, an explosion comes from the passage on the other side, and it is Alice once again trying to inflict real damage on the monster with explosives.

According to the experience of the Huntress, most monsters are intimidated by fire and explosions, and even if their momentum is aside, the power of an instant explosion is enough to cause intense pain and stimulation to most creatures.

"Boom!" in a sense, she succeeded. From the point where it was injured by the explosion, a fleshy wave spread along the monster's body, quickly spreading to every inch of its tissue. It is foreseeable that with the evolutionary ability of this monster beneath its feet, a simple explosion and a flame in the conventional sense will soon lose its threatening power.

But it's no wonder that Alice, as an ordinary person, she has always relied on accurate vital strikes and preemptive control of monster weaknesses to complete the task, in the face of the great left hand, there is no weakness at all, and there is no vital existence to be injured, in addition to using heavy weapons to directly hit with kinetic energy, she can only rely on explosions.

It can even be said that at least Alice can find an explosion as a more effective means of attack, compared to her, Rotten Tooth and Joe are in a more awkward situation, they don't even have the means to hurt monsters.

The elf didn't care about this, as his direct involvement in the battle as a snitch was limited, so he immediately turned his attention to the role of sentry and support for Alice.

But Joe was helpless, this unarmed fighter couldn't use any of the tricks he was good at, because those fighting skills were built on human or other opponents with physical structures such as joints and internal organs, and no matter how good a martial artist was, he couldn't beat a mess of rotten flesh worse.

However, Joe's role in the team is basically completed here. Jung recruited him to join the team so that there would be someone at the front of the team to be the shield and spear in sudden and white-knuckle battles, and he proved to be a good job.

Whether it's the pincer of the killer doll in the hallway or the battle with the cultists on the third floor, Joe has played his worth. In this situation, no one expects him to bring a miracle anymore, because it is really difficult for some strong people. As a veteran of bloody battles in the gladiatorial arena, is Joe really a brave and unscrupulous character?

"Where is that guy going?" Rotten Tooth asked, noticing the gladiator's disengagement, as he sliced the pieces of flesh stuck in the doorframe with a poisoned knife.

"I don't know, but I know that the people in the Colosseum have their brains broken, and they never know what fear and withdrawal are. He probably had some idea of how to win. The huntress panted as she had exhausted all the oil pots on her waist.

Her blonde hair had unconsciously spread out in the battle, and the flowing strands of hair fell from her forehead, slightly covering her face full of fighting spirit, making her a little less hideous and a little more heroic.

The elf shrugged, he didn't believe that a monster that neither Jung nor the swordswoman could solve would be dealt with by a reckless man with a muscular brain. The warriors of the gladiatorial arena give the impression that they are no different from the hooligans in the tavern who only know how to fight bravely, except that it may be outright prejudice.

Gladiators are a very special group of people, they can be used as toys for the entertainment of the powerful, but there is no shortage of stories in history of gladiators who have successfully resisted and become legendary heroes and even kings of a country, and the abundant money brought by gladiatorial battles has given them the option to learn and train themselves in addition to pleasure. Even in the underground gladiatorial arena, those bosses will not treat their big stars badly.

Joe used to be a smash hit in the arena, though he didn't give himself a vicious nickname, or use some sort of fancy weapon, mask and fancy costume like the other fighters. He's a pure muscular chariot that uses unmatched strength and martial arts to crush every opponent.

In private, this man is actually very observant, he has not been instructed by a famous teacher, and almost all of his combat skills come from observation. Therefore, if you only think of him as a dock thug, a street thug, just wait for a big loss. In terms of the instantaneous sharpness of his senses, he is indeed inferior to beings like Atta and Jung, but when it comes to continuous observation over a longer period of time and the ability to quickly apply what he observes to actual combat, he may be above them.

Now, it's time for him to use that wit.