Chapter 377: 377

Chapter 377: 377



After going through the post-drama scenes of overacting, Leon decided to step out to have the feel.

SWISH!

A small vortex appeared.

As Leon stumbled out of the vortex, his foot crushed the wriggling mass of maggots beneath him.

The blackish blood splattered around, the sickening sound drawing the attention of nearby maggots. They began to swarm, their movements frantic and unnerving.

A profound, almost palpable aura emanated from Leon's body, creating an invisible barrier that seemed to push back against the writhing creatures.

The air around him crackled with an intimidating energy. His instincts were on high alert, his body responding to the residual horror of the Vortugon. Goosebumps erupted all over him, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

"What is this?"Leon muttered as he could feel the entire place pulsating. As he looked closely, he felt as if the entire gigantic thing was a single living entity.

He didn't know what he was messing with and just how powerful this thing is.

More than that, how did this piece of shit ended up here?

So many mysteries were hung here but Leon shook his head. His eyes flashed with rare solemnity.

Leon's aura blazed with a storm of raw energy, an invisible force that pressed against the writhing maggots and formed a protective barrier around him. The cavern seemed to react to his presence, its oppressive atmosphere parting before his formidable energy.

With a fierce, determined look, Leon raised his hand and called out, "Exitus!"

In response, a massive blackish great sword materialised in his grasp. The blade glowed ominously, casting a menacing light that cut through the darkness.

As Leon wielded the sword, the air around him seemed to shiver in fear, reinforcing his dominance and readiness for the impending battle.

"It has been quite long since I used you, isn't it.Let's see if you have become dull.."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The black sword quivered as if telling that it hadn't become dull at all.

Master, just use it.

From the gaping wounds and the pulsating mass of Vortugon, thousands of slimy, serpentine tentacles shot forth like a grotesque tidal wave.

The appendages surged through the cavern with terrifying speed and precision, their slick, glistening surfaces reflecting the dim light from Leon's sword.

Leon's eyes widened in alarm as the tentacles advanced toward him with a relentless, undulating motion.

He was momentarily frozen, the sheer scale and speed of the attack taking him by surprise.

The tentacles writhed and twisted in the air, their tips extending and curling with a menacing

intent.

Realizing the immediate danger, Leon snapped out of his hesitation. He swung his sword in a wide arc, attempting to cleave through the incoming onslaught.

The blade collided with several of the tentacles, slicing through them with a powerful slash.

The severed appendages fell to the ground in a slick, wriggling heap, their dark substance splattering across the cavern floor.

Despite his efforts, more tentacles emerged from the Vortugon's mass, pressing forward with an overwhelming force.

They moved with a horrifying speed and coordinated precision, converging on Leon from all directions. The cavern's oppressive atmosphere seemed to thicken as the tentacles closed in, creating a suffocating, nightmarish pressure.

Leon's aura flared brightly as he intensified his defense.

His movements were a blur of calculated strikes, each swing of his sword cutting through the advancing tentacles.

However, the sheer number of appendages and their relentless assault made it a grueling

battle.

The tentacles coiled and wrapped around him, their slimy surface cold and unyielding against

his skin.

Leon gritted his teeth, his focus narrowed as he fought off the encroaching mass. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of the Vortugon's core or a vulnerable spot within the monstrous entity. The hollow place shook with each clash of his sword against the tentacles, the resonance of the battle echoing through the nightmarish space.

With each successful slash, the tentacles that were severed seemed to dissolve into the ever- growing pool of black slime.