Three minutes later.
Lin An's expression changed several times.
He looked strangely at the two enormous monsters standing before him, each gripping half a tail, their entire auras completely restrained.
"Are you mutated humans?"
He couldn't help asking.
When the other side showed that they harbored no hostility toward him and were even rather concerned about his situation, Lin An hadn't stopped immediately, but he still chose to observe for a while.
It was only when he saw something resembling red threads in the distance behind him, where he had fled, that he suddenly stopped.
He could sense that these hidden red threads, which resembled a spiderweb, seemed to cover the entire area.
His powerful sixth sense told him that touching the threads would bring fatal danger.
Unable to figure out what these things were, Lin An also realized that the monsters who had called out to him from behind were probably genuinely not hostile toward him. Instead, they had mistaken him for a native human and instinctively didn't want anything to happen to him.
But
Even after confirming that these two monsters were mutated humans, Lin An was still somewhat shaken.
In his perception, these two monsters were completely and utterly monsters, even purer than Mutants.
He had tested their mental fluctuations before. He could confirm that the mental fluctuations emanating from their bodies were incredibly weak, like the brain waves of a dead person.
Humans, Mutants, and even mutants—no intelligent existence could have fluctuations this low.
Therefore, Lin An found it difficult to associate them with thinking beings. He had simply assumed they were special monsters in this space.
Hearing Lin An's question, the two monsters, each hundreds of meters tall, were momentarily stunned as well. Then they turned and exchanged a glance.
Their thoughts reacted incredibly quickly.