The indescribable monster grew increasingly agitated. Countless mouths screamed and howled, while eyeballs upon eyeballs tried to find the thief who had stolen its secret treasure.
But its enormous size clearly limited its mobility, and the absurd physical strength it had maintained through "holy water" naturally came with equally absurd consumption.
Judging from the results, its powerful body further restricted its range of movement.
It tried to evolve wings—and succeeded!
Yet those tiny wings fluttered uselessly, unable even to lift it off the ground.
It had gained intelligence, learned to imitate birds, and tried to obtain the freedom to move at will. But clearly, its intelligence was still insufficient, and it had consumed even more of its origin.
"Aaaaaah!"
A living creature's shriek echoed throughout the entire world. To Lu PingAn, it sounded like a human girl screaming; to the local Long-Hand Tribe, it was the wailing of one of their own.
It was raging in helpless fury.
And as countless wings sprouted from its tentacles, its appearance became even stranger and more grotesque.
"Rumble!"
When it finally abandoned the little Pond Water it had left and began moving toward the nearest settlement of living creatures, everyone knew they could not delay any longer.
"It's heading for the village! We have to stop it!"
Long Xike immediately panicked. If that thing entered the village, it would become nothing but a massacre.
Wang Rui and Tao Song looked at Lu PingAn with equally anxious expressions.
Though this might have been the monster's instinct, it had indeed struck at their weak point.
Once the war involved ordinary civilians, they might have no choice but to forcibly intercept it head-on.
Many gazes settled on Lu PingAn. By past convention, this should have been the moment for the final battle.
But the young man