Tense up!
The tender tentacles coiled around Chen Jie's ankles, yanking him furiously downward, while Chen Jie hung suspended in midair, reliant on the Chrysalis Blade.
His hands strained, desperate to escape.
Turning his head to gaze at the monstrous maw below, Chen Jie's forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
What in the world was this creature? Chen Jie couldn't make out its full size, but knew that the creature's mouth alone was five meters wide—an elliptical abyss lined with circles of terrifying, sharp teeth.
At this time, both the wolves attempting to flee and those Chen Jie had killed were dragged down by the tender tentacles, tumbling into the gaping jaws of the colossal beast.
The very Blood Ganoderma Chen Jie was seeking seemed to be growing on it, dotting its body as if for decoration.
What kind of monster was this really?
