The holy weapon spear thrust out again from an extremely tricky angle, but the Meat Worm was prepared this time and slipped away with eerie smoothness.
Shen Fan revealed himself, his brows slightly furrowed.
Sure enough, without a sneak attack, he still wasn't used to relying on this kind of "external object"!
The void was like boiling porridge, churning with thick, black, foul-smelling sludge.
The Meat Worm's enormous body abruptly froze, and countless compound eyes fixed viciously on this suddenly appearing "ant."
As a supreme race born from nothingness, the Realm-Devouring Worms.
Its life consisted of only two words: eat and flee.
Feeding on the origins of realms, they were born as the mortal enemies of all intelligent life in every realm.
Over the long years, it had no idea how many realm powerhouses had hunted it down.
The worst time had been a million years ago.
At that time, it had been at its peak, comparable to a supreme powerhouse who had condensed nearly eighty strands of Immortal Gold Essence, running rampant without restraint.
Until it had the misfortune of encountering a Nirvana Realm powerhouse from the True Martial Civilization.
Just one strike.
That single strike had nearly erased it together with its True Spirit.
If that terrifying being had not seemed to be in a hurry and failed to inspect the area carefully, it would not even have had the chance to escape by feigning death.
It had endured in wretched survival for a million years. Today, it had finally nearly recovered to its peak and even faintly showed signs of a breakthrough, only for another obstacle to emerge in its path.
The Realm-Devouring Worm's hundreds and thousands of compound eyes rotated, locking onto Shen Fan.
Sixty strands of Immortal Gold Essence.
It saw through Shen Fan's true