His fist kept hammering relentlessly against the Lamboda Beast's skull, with each impact sending enough shockwaves through its head that it did its job perfectly.
The beast's thrashing eventually started to grow weaker, its movements becoming sluggish as oxygen deprivation settled in.
Its molten claws scraped uselessly against Nick's armoured torso, not even able to pierce through the tough Radiant Beast Armour at all, only leaving some thin scrapes.
The Beast's struggles became desperate, then erratic. Its hot waxen skin rippled faintly and started to gather towards the spear lodged in its throat, as if trying in a desperate attempt to melt the spear in order to free its airways.
But it could do nothing against the toughness and power of the scaled spear, not even leaving a single scratch, let alone any scorch marks.
Nick held firm, tightly keeping his legs locked around its torso like a vice.
