Engineers and the Core of the Sun

If it were only a matter of resisting being "digested," Tang Qi could have held out for a long time.

But now it was different. If he were submerged by those hundreds of thousands of tentacles, he would immediately receive the same treatment Samuel Winston once had—perhaps even worse. He and the three little ones would be squeezed amid countless tentacles, continuously gnawed and ground apart.

Even with the Protection Curse, the consumption of his divine power would multiply.

"Can't take the risk!"

At that instant, Tang Qi instinctively suppressed his own urge to court death.

Without overwhelming confidence or advantageous information, taking the initiative to embark on a risky venture usually led nowhere good.

This was the dark, bizarre Transcendental World, not some hot-blooded anime.

As his thoughts flashed, Tang Qi was about to make his decision.

The flood was already close at hand.

His mind had sunk into the projection of the Master of the Furnace. He was about to use the nine Sun Merits he had painstakingly unearthed and sacrificed for to exchange for a Curio capable of killing or seriously wounding this Devouring Beast.

But at that very moment, an accident occurred outside.

Mount Saint Eagle's Nest, beneath the circular structure, within that darkness and void.

The exhausted Black elder, Chadwick Morgan, watched the Devouring Beast eat itself and prepared to strike again. Although he understood that the power he had left was no more than a scratch to the Devouring Beast.

Just as lightning radiance was about to flash in his hand, a thick, hairy palm suddenly reached out from the darkness and stopped him.

What emerged next was a towering man over two meters tall.

He had outrageously exaggerated muscles and wore a general's uniform that was clearly custom-made, along with a broad, heavy