The Four-Armed Strongman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Chuan with lingering fear.
Luckily, he had absorbed quickly and seized enough quota earlier. Otherwise, he would have become food too.
Just as everyone thought they were safe, the Black Tower's mechanical voice rang out again, its tone undergoing an extremely bizarre distortion.
[Presence Filtering complete.]
[Control code activated. Containment begins.]
The expression on the Four-Armed Strongman's face suddenly froze.
The black keratin that had grown on his four arms after absorbing Origin Essence suddenly began to come alive.
The keratin pierced through his skin and grew outward wildly, turning directly into miniature Crystal Tentacles.
Those tentacles reversed direction and stabbed deeply into his Godhead Core.
"What the hell are these things?!" The Four-Armed Strongman let out a shrill scream as the Thunder Law completely spiraled out of control.
He tried to cut off the tentacles, but they had already fused with his Origin Essence.
The Flesh Mountain beside him had it even worse.
He had eaten the most. His enormous body split straight down the middle, and countless white chains burrowed out from his internal organs, binding him into a huge flesh dumpling.
The Hourglass in the Masked Woman's hand fell to the ground. A dark gold scale mark appeared on her Bronze Mask, and she dropped stiffly to her knees, completely unconscious.
One hundred and forty-five True Gods who thought they had cleared the trial were all turned into puppets controlled by the Black Tower within a single breath.
Cang Hai stood behind Qin Chuan, his legs shaking so badly he could barely remain standing.
If he had greedily taken even one sip earlier, his fate would definitely have been worse than theirs.
Qin Chuan stood amid the wailing puppets without the