If You Have Any Abilities, Use Them Now. Keep Them Hidden, and You'll Be the Ones Waiting to Die

Brother Biao's screams went from shrill to hoarse, from hoarse to faint, before finally dying away completely.

Less than half a minute had passed.

The other heads lunged forward like mad things, tearing at one another and fighting over the food, none willing to eat a single mouthful less.

Yang Yong watched from a distance.

His gaze was frighteningly calm, without anger, without pity, without even much fluctuation.

Watching those people frantically scream, beg for help, and regret their choices was like watching...

A school of fish that had jumped into a pan of hot oil themselves.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs in life.

That was the path they had chosen.

Having taken it, they had to follow it to the end, even if it meant death.

Yang Yong shifted his gaze to the Man-Faced Centipede's main body.

He noticed a subtle change.

The giant centipede, so long its end was out of sight and over a thousand meters tall when upright, actually... at the very moment it was enjoying its feast most...

Came apart.

Amid muffled cracks, the centipede's body broke simultaneously at dozens of joints, its long frame collapsing.

Large amounts of yellow-green slime spurted from the breaks and spread across the ground, giving off a sickeningly thick, fishy-sweet smell.

The human heads on it had originally fitted into its body one beside another, segment after segment.

Yet now, they had all voluntarily detached.

With a series of snaps, they broke free of the centipede's segments one by one, each trailing two deathly pale arms.

Like giant beetles with their wings chopped off, they bounced down onto the ground.

Every human head became an independent monster that propped itself up on its hands and hopped forward.

They used those two palms as legs and feet, hopping, crawling, and