The chewing sounds by his ears grew denser and denser. Not far away, the Blackwater Palace Lord's corpse was dissipating faster and faster, while more and more tentacles burst forth from within it—packed tightly together, covered in fine, bizarre patterns, swaying without cease. One glance from afar was enough to make one's scalp crawl.
Destroyers were not confined to a single form.
Each form of Destroyer possessed different innate abilities.
Some excelled in speed, some in attack, and some were nearly immortal and indestructible...
"Senior, let's leave. If we wait any longer, it may be too late." As time passed, the silver-haired old man felt increasingly uneasy, his heart trembling with fear. Yet he was unwilling to abandon Lin Cheng and leave alone.
Seeing that Lin Cheng would not leave, though he was anxious beyond measure, he could only stay behind.
"A Destroyer?"
Lin Cheng looked at the corpse in the distance. Even his all-out strike had failed to affect it in the slightest.
Such an ability was indeed bizarre.
He could sense that most of the force behind his blow had been drained away by the void, leaving very little power to actually land upon the corpse.
Though the corpse appeared to be in reality at the moment, space around it was in fact distorted, completely isolating it. So long as that power remained unbroken, even bombarding it for another ten thousand years would make it difficult to harm the Destroyer within.
"Perhaps this thing will make a decent opponent too."
Lin Cheng muttered softly. The silver-haired old man did not catch what he said and only felt that he must have misheard.
An opponent?
Could it be that this senior intended to contend with that Destroyer?
At the thought, the silver-haired old man became frantic with worry.
Uneasy.