Deadpool left, and the already unpleasant smell of the rainforest improved somewhat. Most of the undead that had been eaten by the monster were basically ruined.
Some had been completely digested after being devoured by Chtylok, while others had had the soul flames in their skulls smashed apart.
More than ten thousand undead had been fed to it, yet only a few dozen slightly damaged skeletons could be recovered now. But it did not matter. It had been a cost-free deal anyway.
When the distinctive scent of nighttime dew drifted in and the rainforest became so dark that one could not see their own hand, Strangle sent word that it had completed its devouring evolution.
A black tide flowed back, retreating into its host's body and turning back into the Little Sprout on his shoulder.
Though its appearance seemed unchanged, after comparing the genes of the Black Sword and Chtylok, it had selected and copied valuable abilities.
Su Ming looked at the people lying around the bonfire in the distance. The undead army was protecting them. It seemed they had grown used to sleeping under the watchful eyes of a pack of undead these past few days, and they were sleeping soundly now.
He pushed away from the tree he had been leaning against, stood up, and walked farther away. Only after making sure no one could notice him did he communicate with Strangle inside the cave where Chtylok had once lived.
There was no need for words between a host and a Symbiotes. Thoughts and ideas could travel along their nerves at incredible speed, so from the outside, it merely looked as though he were standing blankly in the dark cave.
Strangle was extremely excited. It had gained a great deal.
By devouring Chtylok and analyzing the genes it