Water... Water Corpse Ghosts?
Tales swept his gaze across the monsters in the sewer in disbelief—they were packed together densely, each with a different form, and constantly emitting inhuman hisses.
"Human, what does your flesh taste like? The same as the last one?" The lumpy insect monster deliberately prowled back and forth a few feet around him, radiating malice.
Tales swallowed.
What? The ghost stories about Emerald City's docks were actually true?
They really ate people?
Since Marius's "Safety Rope" had just worked, could they find this place?
Even if they did, would they be able to deal with this group of monsters?
No. It's too late to count on them. The most important thing now is...
Tales drew a deep breath and looked through the increasingly potent sewer stench toward Shilai at the end of his line of sight. She still lay alone in the giant monster's hand, her face covered in blood, her life or death unknown.
Sin of the Hell River began to burn, and the sewer lit up as brightly as day before his eyes.
"Thanks."
Amid the monsters' howls, Tales clenched his teeth.
"Why thank me? For eating you?" The insect monster cackled, several pairs of insect limbs twitching back and forth.
"Thanks for the art design." Tales bent his knees slightly and spoke evenly. "You only look disgusting. At least you're not as frightening as the Black Path."
"What?"
The next second, before the insect monster could react, Tales roared and sprang toward it like an arrow loosed from a bow!
As always, he had only one chance.
The insect monster shrieked, but Tales seized the moment, rolled, and barely swept past it!
Splash!
Amid the monsters' howls, huge sheets of water flew into the air. Tales hauled himself up from the ground, drenched