"It's not a solution to continue like this."
Watching some of the mysterious tendrils penetrate the protective net formed by dense thorns and turn into strange gelatinous material within, continuing to spread toward the ice wall, everyone's expression turned serious.
The captain looked at Hilia: "Miss Xi, can this thing be attacked with high-intensity Magic?"
During the last two days in this special 'underground world,' they had suffered greatly and were afraid to use Magic casually.
Even though they had just cut off the things formed by these strange tendrils with Attack Magic, they now didn't dare use Magic too strong, fearing it might rebel again.
They had never encountered such a situation and were somewhat apprehensive and bound at this moment.
They all turned their gaze to Hilia.
Hilia's gaze was deep and thoughtful, carefully observing the slowly eroding material.
