Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 60

More cuts appeared in the tent’s fabric. The black figures coordinated their attacks, creating strategic openings that allowed more Stalkers to enter.

"Maintain formation!" Zhao ordered his auxiliaries while another feather flew from his hand.

The auxiliaries reduced the circle further... Zhao felt confusion pierce through his battle focus for a moment.

Were there fewer students than before?

He dismissed the thought, he had enough on his mind dealing with each Shadow Stalker that breached their perimeter. Every second brought new threats that demanded his immediate attention.

Zhao hadn’t been lying, this was his territory.

The Mist Owl’s abilities were perfectly adapted for night combat.

In this zone, he could move freely even during the medusas’ hunting hours, he could fly far faster than they could and was capable of distinguishing them perfectly in the darkness.

His enhanced vision turned their greatest advantage into nothing.

A single silver feather was enough to kill a Shadow Stalker, but even with this lethal advantage, he couldn’t eliminate such a massive swarm quickly enough to protect a big group all night…

There were simply too many, their numbers seeming endless.

’This doesn’t make sense,’ he thought while eliminating ten more with precise strikes. Shadow Stalkers were exclusive to this region of the habitable world. No one had managed to obtain a Shadow Stalker from an egg in Yano, and even if they had...

A medusa nearly reached a student. Zhao’s feather pierced it just in time, the creature falling dead before it could touch its prey.

’The control over them... it shouldn’t be possible.’

Even having a contract from an egg wouldn’t necessarily explain such mastery over these creatures. Luna couldn’t control wolves despite having a powerful shadow one, for example...

Yet the Stalkers moved with purpose, coordinated in a way that defied their very nature.

Another section of the tent gave way.

The attackers pressed from all directions, their distorted forms suggesting something more than simple manifested beasts. Their movements carried an unnatural fluidity that spoke of powers beyond normal cultivation.

’Abyssals,’ the thought made his feathers vibrate with recognition. The corrupted creatures that dwelled beyond known depths and emerged in controlled hordes.

But making a contract with one of them...

"Professor!" an auxiliary’s cry pulled him from his thoughts. More cuts appeared as the tent began failing at multiple points, their protection crumbling piece by piece.

The students clustered in the center, forming an ever-shrinking circle of frightened faces and manifesting beasts.

Zhao launched another feather, the silver metal gleaming with medusa blood. He was fast, he was lethal, he was the Hunter of Yano. But even he had limits, and tonight they were pushing him beyond them.

’How?’ he wondered while eliminating another wave. ’How did they manage to contract with an Abyssal? What are they willing to sacrifice for this power?’

The medusas flooded the tent through dozens of cuts. Zhao’s silver feathers flashed ceaselessly, each strike finding its mark with deadly precision.

The attackers’ leader released a satisfied laugh from outside when Zhao began running low on feathers. His triumph was palpable.

"It’s over, Zhao. Not even you can..."

Zhao launched his last feathers, striking even the attackers cutting the tent who were now more visible, eliminating another enemy with lethal efficiency.

The movement created a moment of vulnerability that the medusas rushed to exploit, surging toward Zhao...

Exactly as he had planned.

The silver feathers illuminated, vibrated, then shot back, returning to their master in an instant.

In a flash of impossibly fast movement, the feathers fired out again, now backwards before reattaching to their owner’s wings. Dozens of Stalkers fell simultaneously, their lifeless bodies hitting the ground in a macabre rain.

"Damn you...!" the leader lost his composure at seeing they were back where they started with one less person.

The black figures began moving in concert with the medusa avalanche, their coordinated assault promising swift death. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}