When Yin Kuang, Blood Thorn, and the others, along with Zhang Chongtian's group, crossed the last hill and looked toward the Steel Great Wall, they saw a sight powerful enough to assault the eyes and shake the heart. Before a section of the Steel Great Wall lay a massive, twisting, irregular cross-shaped rift. By rough estimate, it stretched a full thousand meters across, its depths unfathomable. It was as though the earth had been slashed twice by a gigantic serrated blade. More striking still was a gap in the Steel Great Wall itself, running from its very top to its base. It was impossible to imagine what kind of power could have carved such an enormous breach through the Steel Great Wall.
"What the hell is this..." Zhang Chongtian's face went pale, and he stood frozen in stunned disbelief. Looking at the breach in the Steel Great Wall, a powerful sense of unease rose in his heart. Then, suddenly, an intense sense of danger struck him. Without even thinking, Zhang Chongtian shouted, "Get out of the way!" In truth, he did not need to warn them. Yin Kuang, Blood Thorn, and the others had already scattered at lightning speed. However, not everyone had managed to evade in time. Zhang Chongtian's personal guards and trusted men failed to get clear.
Countless dark brown tentacles burst from the ground without warning, instantly tangling around those of the city lord's men who had failed to dodge. Piercing screams rang out, only to abruptly stop. More than twenty living people were sewn together by the innumerable dark brown tentacles. Then, as those tentacles contracted and writhed, the torn limbs of those twenty-odd people were reassembled. In the end, they became a gigantic, grotesque, bloody mass of flesh—a stitched flesh monster!
"What the fuck is