Bab 57: Fourth Phase Mutation

Volk's heart was pounding in his chest as the blood of pure rage surged through his veins.

Time was slipping away.

He only had minutes left in his Radioactive form, but he had no choice. He needed to press on. He needed to turn this Warlock into dust!

GROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

With a roar that reverberated off the walls, Volk leaped high into the air, with his massive legs tensing.

His movements were impossibly fast and incredibly destructive too, as if his muscles were sucking the air around and splitting them like blades that cannot even penetrate the muscles he had.

The sheer force of his anger alone can make anyone suffocate.

He spun mid-air, his legs curling up into his chest, then snapped them out with the force of a double soccer kick.

His feet slammed into Zenveil's twisted form.

KABAM!

The impact sent Zenveil flying, his half-body, three-headed monstrosity crashing into the cave wall.