bookrebus Chapter 571 Lin Tian's Counterattack
Chapter 571 Lin Tian's Counterattack
Xiao Bai spat out another mouthful.
Second shot.
This time, the giant beast didn't even look at it; it simply raised one of its front paws and swatted at Little White like it was swatting a fly.
Little White dodged to the side, its claws grazing its tail, scraping off several scales that shimmered with an icy blue light in the air.
Zhao Hao hid behind that ice rock, his fingers digging into the cracks in the rock so hard that his knuckles were as white as bone.
His gaze shifted from the giant beast to Lin Tian.
Lin Tian stood about fifty meters in front of the giant beast.
He didn't move.
He just stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, looking up slightly at the ten-meter-tall behemoth.
The image lingered in Zhao Hao's mind—a tiny human figure and a colossal beast that blotted out the sky, creating an almost unreal contrast against the greyish-white backdrop.
But Lin Tian showed no signs of fear.
His breathing was steady, his heartbeat was steady, and his eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.
He's watching.
Observe every movement of the behemoth—the range of its leg lift, the speed of its tail swing, the angle of its head sway; observe the arrangement of its scales—where they are densest, sparsest, and where the weakest points are covered; observe the behemoth's fighting habits—which leg it usually lifts first, which direction it swings its tail more frequently, and how long it is stunned after an attack.
These are all pieces of information.
In battle, information is time, and time is life.
Celia's second attack has arrived.
She didn't waste any more skills on control—since control was ineffective, she would try another method. She approached from behind the behemoth, shadow energy condensing in her palm into a jet-black short blade, its edge so thin it was almost transparent.
She leaped silently, her black robe unfurling in the air, and a short blade pierced a gap in the scales behind the giant beast's hind leg knee.
That's a joint.
Where the scales don't cover, there's only a thin layer of skin.
The short blade pierced through, and shadow energy flowed into the wound.
The giant beast's hind legs twitched almost imperceptibly.
effective.
Celia did not greedily strike; she retreated immediately after her attack, her figure blending into the shadows and disappearing into the shadows beside the giant beast.
The behemoth glanced back but found no attacker.
It let out its first roar.
That wasn't anger; it was more like a confirmation: "Something is biting me."
When Zhao Hao heard that roar, he almost bounced off the ice rock. The sound was so loud, it was like someone had put a bomb next to his ear; his eardrums were ringing, and his vision blurred.
He shook his head vigorously and blinked a few times before he could see the scene before him clearly again.
Lin Tian was still standing there.
But he moved.
He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and the power of stars began to condense in his palm.
The light went from dark to bright, from icy blue to dazzling white, completing its power buildup in less than a second.
The giant beast's blazing white eyes locked onto Lin Tian.
It recognized the person—the one standing before it, neither fleeing nor trembling—as the most threatening among the ants.
It opened its mouth.
Its mouth was filled with layers of sharp fangs, each as long as a dagger. A white mist billowed from deep within its throat, a sign that the extreme cold energy stored within its body was gathering.
Zhao Hao recognized the gesture.
This is the standard wind-up animation before a monster unleashes a skill.
Lin Tian did not dodge.
[Stellar Leap]
His figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the spot.
The behemoth's breath missed its target. A beam of extremely cold energy, as thick as a bucket, shot out from its mouth, striking the spot where Lin Tian had just stood. The ice surface shattered instantly, sending shards of rock and ice flying dozens of meters into the air, falling back down like a hailstorm.
The hailstones pelted Zhao Hao's head, causing him to crouch down, clutching his head.
When he looked up again, Lin Tian was already above the giant beast's head.
The flowing light condensed into a human shape.
Lin Tian hovered in mid-air, looking down at the giant beast's broad head.
The scar that stretched from between his eyebrows to the back of his head stood out starkly against the scales. The scales on either side of the scar were jagged, as if they had been torn apart by some force.
That's where the scales are most thinned out.
That's the giant beast's weak point.
Lin Tian raised his right hand, palm down.
The power of the stars gathered in his palm, and light danced at his fingertips, like a star compressed to its extreme.
The giant beast seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.
Her bright white pupils met Lin Tian's calm eyes.
The giant beast's pupils contracted slightly.
What did it see in those eyes?
It's not fear.
It's not a fighting spirit.
It was the hunter's gaze.
Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly.
......
Lin Tian hovered about ten meters above the giant beast's head.
The distance wasn't close, but it wasn't far either. He could see every line on the scales on the giant beast's head, the jagged edges of the scar, and even the texture of the exposed skin deep within the scar.
The star power gathered in his right hand has reached a critical point.
He did not hesitate.
Stellar rays
An extremely condensed beam of starlight burst forth from his fingertips, falling vertically from a height of ten meters and precisely piercing the scar on the giant beast's head.
It wasn't indiscriminate shooting.
From the very first shot, he locked onto that one point—the midpoint of the scar, the area where the scales were thinnest and the skin was most exposed.
The moment the beam pierced through, a burst of golden flame exploded from the scar on the giant beast's head.
Fragments of scales flew everywhere, with some larger pieces flying more than ten meters away before bouncing a few times on the ice.
The behemoth's health bar dropped drastically.
Zhao Hao gasped.
"hiss--"
He inhaled the cold air so deeply that it made his throat ache, but he didn't care about the pain. He lay prone in the crevice of the ice rock, his eyes wide open like copper bells.
The giant beast let out a roar.
This time it was different from the previous one.
The previous sound was confirmation; this sound is pain.
A real, intense pain, squeezed from deep in the throat.
Its body jerked violently, and its four giant claws simultaneously dug into the ground, creating four deep furrows in the ice. Then it frantically shook its head, trying to shake off that damned thing above it.
The moment it shook its head, Lin Tian reached out with his left hand and forcefully dug his five fingers into a crack on the edge of the scales on its head.
The edges of the giant beast's scales were extremely sharp, like blades. Lin Tian's tiger's mouth was cut open, and blood gushed out, flowing down the lines of the scales.
He did not let go.
He was waiting—waiting for the giant beast's head-shaking amplitude to find a pattern, waiting for his body to adapt to this violent shaking.
First, to the left.
The second time, to the right.
The third stroke, forward.
Fourth, backward.
Fifth time—
The fifth stroke is still to the left.
The pattern has been found.
Lin Tian's body swayed atop the giant beast's head as it swung, but his right hand never left its attack position.