Very quickly, the courtyard was occupied by a dark, viscous mass, the black, slippery rotten flesh forming a wall of meat that rapidly tightened, leaving Su Li trapped in the center, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.
These things got excited, even the upper half that had been tightly sticking to the ground stood upright, drooling a fetid slime.
But they seemed to be celebrating too soon. The human-snake at the very front suddenly stiffened, its twisting tail suddenly straightened like an iron rod, becoming rigid and firm.
This posture didn't last long, like hitting a pause button, the next second it began to move again, except this time it acted as if scalded by boiling water, frantically whipping its tail around.
Under the slowly thinning moonlight, it could be seen that the human-snake's thick snake body seemed to be covered with something, densely packed, and emitting faint crunching sounds like chewing.
