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A thread was destroyed, and the pressure on Silf's soul was immediately lessened considerably.
The remaining eight threads sensed the abnormal situation, and the process of eroding Silf's soul halted instantly. The next moment, four of the threads split from the group, writhing with their spiral-shaped heads toward Qin Chu's consciousness.
Invisibly, a weird sound echoed all around.
Qin Chu's consciousness was slightly fluctuating.
Although these threads were much stronger than before, compared to the statues in Asina's soul, they still brought less pressure to Qin Chu and were not enough to hinder his steps.
Watching the four threads, like slender chains, meander in mid-air, piercing towards him from front, back, left, and right simultaneously, Qin Chu's consciousness trembled for an instant. The next second, a pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared.
That shadow was indescribable.
It resembled a monstrous stomach, covered with dense, wrinkled folds.
