Tang Qi's Disgusting Thing

The densely flowing black flood was a sight enough to make anyone with trypophobia die on the spot. Iron-wire-like worms tangled and scraped against one another, accompanied by sounds that made souls tremble. Their cold, slimy presence assaulted the minds of any witnesses.

Fortunately, there was no one in the sewers for the moment.

Other than a figure wrapped in a golden shield amid the "flood."

Tang Qi's face was filled with resistance. Though he knew perfectly well that these Supernatural Creatures resembling enlarged horsehair worms could not harm him at all, whether with Furnace Flame or the increasingly powerful Flame Curse, he could easily dispose of them.

But knowing that was one thing; experiencing it was another.

Even gods usually had weaknesses unknown to others.

Tang Qi was still imperfect. He could not be immune to certain minor problems.

For instance, at this moment, wrapped in countless horsehair worms, he felt inexplicably nauseated.

Perhaps ordinary humans and ordinary supernatural beings could ignore such scenes. At most, they were merely a little too grotesque.

But Tang Qi's disgust was magnified, and it was difficult to overcome.

Fortunately, a fork soon appeared ahead. After the insect tide pouring in from there merged with the main current, a large gap opened up.

Tang Qi was preparing to leap across when, at that moment—

Footsteps rang out from several forks ahead, from the arched tunnel entrances. The next second, more than a dozen tall figures in identical uniforms appeared at each entrance.

These people, clearly soldiers, wore seemingly lightweight yet tightly sealed yellow-and-black uniforms and slightly strange round helmets. Behind their visors, pairs of calm eyes were visible.

Each had equipment resembling an oil tank strapped to their back.

In their hands were flamethrowers.

There was no need to guess what would happen