Snail
Feng Ling returned to the plaza once more—
The Black Flood Dragon still lay on the ground, its body sprouting even more swollen, tumor-like growths than before.
The two Pseudo-Gods clustered around the Black Flood Dragon, the flesh of their lower bodies fusing together like melted rubber clay.
Rat Monsters continuously came racing in from streets and alleys around the plaza, as though summoned or drawn in. They scrambled toward the Pseudo-Gods, merging into the tumors and accelerating the growth of the nodules on the Black Flood Dragon's body.
Feng Ling's heart sank. If these lumps of flesh kept growing and multiplying until they developed into another "mountain," wouldn't they be able to create several more Wandering Deity Processions?
She raised her tail and swept it heavily at the charging Rat Monsters! Some were smashed into pulp, while others were forced back by Mental Pressure.
Her enormous Serpent Body guarded the perimeter of the plaza without advancing further.
Ye Zheng had also transformed into her Second Form and was grappling with one of the Pseudo-Gods. Their Mental Power violently surged and collided; Feng Ling's approach would only worsen the chaos and affect Ye Zheng.
As she intercepted the Rat Monsters, she watched the battle from the outskirts, trying to identify their opponent's weakness.
Not far away, Ye Zheng's body swelled to twice its original size, and her arms multiplied into six. With her advantage in size, she relentlessly beat down the blue-faced, fanged Pseudo-God!
Its enormous head had its scalp torn open, and its short, stubby arms were bloodily ripped away.
From Ye Zheng's bloody, impatient fighting style, Feng Ling could roughly guess how that old Dragon King had died earlier.
Sharp Claws pierced the Pseudo-God's body and tore out clump after clump of rice-grain-like tumors. Mixed with thick