Chapter 613: Squeezed Dry
The Short-legged Sheep's vital signs vanished, and Feng Ling's mind immediately cleared, no longer disturbed by the Abyss Mother Nest. Yet a tidal wave of shock rose in her heart.
The Demon King was dead. The Demon King was dead!
Which vessel would the Demon King be reborn into?!
The Stitched Beast let out a strange laugh, its entire body trembling. As it laughed, it seemed to cry as well—heh heh heh, sob sob sob. Swollen sacs, black and red alike, continuously surged from its body. Waves of Mental Pressure washed outward like water, growing increasingly intense.
In Feng Ling's Third Perspective, the Red Dots inside the monster were rapidly disappearing.
This meant the monster was swiftly absorbing the hostages' flesh and blood energy. Combined with the swollen sacs all over its body, a terrifying possibility surfaced in Feng Ling's mind!
A sense of impending disaster seized her. She turned and shouted at Ye Zheng, "Retreat! Tell everyone to retreat!"
It was as though a natural disaster had arrived—
The Human-faced Crows scattered and fled. The Soldiers raced against time to get the workers into the vehicles. The Skin-Painting Ghost followed Huang Yi's team as they withdrew toward the outskirts of the refinery.
Feng Ling's tentacles were wedged in the gaps between the Stitched Beast's wings and could not be pulled free for the moment. She simply gave up trying to pull them out, raising her remaining tentacles and stabbing them rapidly into every part of the Stitched Beast's body!
She tried to interrupt the Stitched Beast's bizarre transformation, but her tentacles pierced into something like thick mud. Not only could they not stir it apart, but that "rotten mud" even tried to corrode and assimilate her!
Bladed weapons could inflict damage because they could cut