Su Jie looked up and saw an enormous insect shadow blotting out the sky.
It was over three thousand meters long. As its scarlet scales flew at high speed, they scraped against the air and burst into dark-purple flames.
Each scarlet scale was over three meters across, densely covering the mountain-like insect body.
Over a thousand pale corpse hands pressed against the air, like pillars supporting the heavens descending from above and holding up the Thousand-Hand Centipede's mountain-range-like body.
When it skimmed low over the earth, the hard soil split into deep ravines. As its six pairs of purple cloud wings beat, the land turned into searing lava.
Roar!
The Thousand-Hand Centipede roared excitedly, plunged headfirst underground, and happily rolled back and forth.
The earth below originally held a black-iron vein, one of Ghost Ridge Palace's sources of spiritual materials.
The earth and iron ore that should have been hard were as soft as cake before the Thousand-Hand Centipede, unable to impede it in the slightest.
When the Thousand-Hand Centipede landed, it sank the surrounding earth. Unable to bear its crushing weight, the land swallowed most of its body into the iron ore, leaving only its back aboveground. It looked as if a mountain range had suddenly thrust its spine up from the earth.
Even the black iron was ignited by the heat it carried, rapidly forming a vast sea of lava.
The Thousand-Hand Centipede rolled around in delight, displacing ten-thousand-zhang waves of lava like a child splashing in water, and completely melted the black iron deep within the earth veins.
Countless streams of molten black iron flowed and dripped down its mountain-sized body, forming a layer of black-iron carapace armor.
When the Thousand-Hand Centipede raised its head from the lava sea, its fierce, domineering, triangular head and vertical compound