The monster of indeterminable size squirmed its slimy body, like a mountain capable of movement.
Its body sprouted black chunks of flesh, contorting into the forms of human bodies—torsos, hands, feet, and heads that cackled sharply in laughter. Numerous human organs were piled up to form this monster's decayed body.
Although the human faces protruding from its body were laughing, one could not sense any genuine joy, only an empty despair and absolute destruction mixed with the intense stench of fishy water that could not be dispelled.
Perhaps this monster was the very symbol of destruction.
"Is this thing a Water Leech Child?"
Kamiyagawa's hand holding the sword trembled slightly—a shudder stemming from the depths of the soul.
Facing such a monster, even an Arajin might feel fear.
But after a round of Breath of Aun to adjust, coupled with his own willpower and countless experiences of life-or-death battles, he quickly returned to fighting status.
