The monster charged toward them. Its center of gravity was unstable as it ran, swaying from side to side, its enormous body knocking countless corpses down from the mountains on either side.
The corpses were immediately crushed beneath its feet or sent flying by its horns, splattering pus everywhere.
Compared to its size, the Cheval de Frise Deathstroke had created was barely worth mentioning. And Bobo, hiding at the back of the group while clinging to Harley's calf, was naturally the smallest of them all.
Detective Chimp's combat ability resembled that of another animal—a three-legged cat.
So as long as Deathstroke was around, Bobo felt there was no need to draw a weapon at all. He just had to hug someone's leg and wait to be carried.
For some reason, though, looking at Deathstroke's back made him feel safer than having Superman standing at the front.
While the black-furred chimp was lost in wild thoughts, the monster crashed into the tall figure at the very front. A wave of foul stench slammed into everyone's nostrils along with the shockwave, followed by violent tremors that made it hard to remain standing.
The Cheval de Frise had merely been a tripwire. As the monster staggered after hitting it, Deathstroke seized the chance to hammer its chin with a Rising Dragon Fist, snapping its head back and leaving it rigid.
The monster had the form of a beast, so its head was an obvious weakness.
Then he rushed beneath the giant beast. Tens of millions of tentacles erupted from his body, binding the monster and lifting it into the air as though hoisting an airplane, before smashing it down from dozens of meters above.
That was the source of the foul shockwave from earlier.
In less than the blink of an eye, Deathstroke