Su Ming, who had once again turned into a little pancake, was the inconspicuous thing that had just fallen. He lay in a crater, watching Faltaris vanish into the distant void like Deathwing, trailing burning flames behind him.
That was not the direction of the Dark Dimension. It seemed Faltaris had gone to find reinforcements. What a good little dragon.
"I haven't even started trying, and you've already taken the bait."
Su Ming controlled his metal skeleton to scoot closer to the edge of the crater and found a more comfortable position. If every Demon God was as cooperative as Faltaris, things would be much easier from here on out.
At that moment, all kinds of beasts in the distance gradually gathered around. They prowled tentatively along the rim of the crater. Some went to eat the dead beasts' corpses, while others stared at Deathstroke with eyes of all sizes, as though waiting for him to breathe his last.
The beasts of the Black Dragon Dimension were clearly dragon-beasts, yet they had been raised to be as cunning as hyenas.
He sighed and shouted at the monsters, "Keep staring? Keep staring and I'll drink you all up!"
The beasts naturally could not understand him. There were no birds here, and these ferocious beasts instead seemed to grow interested. Several of them crept closer and closer.
Though his body was battered to pieces, Su Ming could control the Tenth Metal Skeleton with his thoughts. He still had fighting strength.
But against mindless beasts, there was no need for him to act personally.
"Strangle, drink them."
Strangle, which had been repairing its host's body, immediately split off numerous tentacles with mouths. Like pythons, they coiled around the monsters, then burrowed through the openings of their facial features and into their skulls, drinking