Zhan Pingchuan had not yet recovered from the shock of being comforted when Lance charged forward gripping the dagger.
He could not personally deal with the troublesome opponents, but for small fry like these, he could still contribute.
Generally speaking, E-rank and higher strange beasts possessed minds of their own. As Lance’s presence approached, the vicious swoopers inhaled sharply and clearly sensed that his awakening rank was not high.
Several nearby swoopers turned their fish heads toward him at once, bared their fangs, rolled their dead-white eyes, and lunged viciously at Lance.
Lance sneered inwardly. With a slight turn of his body, he avoided one that snapped toward his shoulder by the narrowest margin.
The instant the swooper realized it had missed and tried to turn, Lance moved faster than the eye could follow. His dagger fell cleanly, carving a deep gash across the creature’s ugly belly.