Overkill Destruction

Villain Ch 1368. Overkill Destruction

The ground shook as it lunged.

"Alright," Jane muttered, cracking her knuckles. "Now this is interesting."

The thing in front of them looked so... wrong.

The Lustbound Abomination loomed, an unholy amalgamation of fused Passion Rotters, their twisted bodies writhing together in a mass of corrupted flesh. Dozens of mouths moaned in unison, gasping, whispering, crying out in something that was neither pain nor pleasure—but some horrific in-between. It was grotesque.

And massive.

Its four thick, bloated legs cracked the ancient stone beneath it as it shifted, its pulsating form exuding a humid, suffocating heat that reeked of something foul—like burnt incense and rotting flesh. The thing pulsed, seethed with power, its every movement unnatural.

Shea tightened her grip on her harp, her lips curling. "Let's—"

She barely got the words out before Allen extended a hand, stopping her in her tracks.