Looking at the writhing, indescribable thing before him, Cheng Yu decisively slashed twice more.
After devouring the monster, Cheng Yu heard a commotion behind him.
The normal people seemed to have realized something was wrong and had begun fighting the monsters. Most were being slaughtered without any chance to fight back, while only a handful with decent strength were barely holding on.
But judging by how they swayed unsteadily, as though drunk, their chances of survival were slim.
He could barely save himself, so they would have to fend for themselves.
Cheng Yu felt increasingly thankful that these monsters looked so utterly grotesque. Otherwise, he would never have dared take this risk. The Pure White Emissary remained as reliable as ever, its repulsive force deflecting countless splashes of slime, fleshy tendrils, and other bizarre things.
He looked at the Mud Wall that had come alive, and the huge-mouthed monsters writhing as they tried to break free of it.
Cheng Yu decisively swept Mad Song through the air before him.
A straight rift seething with ominous red mist opened in front of him.
The sludge splashing toward him was instantly devoured by the river of blood shooting out of the rift or knocked away by muscular tendrils.
But white smoke rose from those muscular tendrils, and some melted into bloody slurry.
Cheng Yu raised an eyebrow. He could not accurately gauge Little Red's current fighting strength, but under the Heavenly Dao's rules in the Eternal True World, Little Red was now no weaker than a Cavern Mystery (Legendary) being when it came to large-scale destruction.
More bloody slurry and muscular tendrils continually poured from the straight rift, occasionally accompanied by bony objects Cheng Yu could not identify.
But Cheng Yu could sense that such a small rift gave Little Red nowhere