บท 579: Mood

                   Ryan relentlessly massacred the armored crocodiles for quite a while, but the bosses only showed up when the heat of the desert was starting to get him. Covered in sweat and dirt, Ryan certainly looked exhausted. When fifty of them suddenly charged toward him with lightning speed, Ryan didn't even bother using his magic crossbows. He only summoned his massive spear and stopped them. At the same time, Ryan made the weapon spin horizontally, thus hitting many more monsters and acting as a shield. Suddenly, Ryan had an idea…

"Mmm… maybe I can try this…" Ryan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

 While his spear was hitting the monsters and making them fly for dozens of meters, Ryan decided to use some INT potions. His control over the weapon increased a lot until a point where his weapon created a vortex in the desert that was forcefully attracting the monsters to their doom.

"Femradiel, how about you try to make things cooler here?" Ryan asked.