The purplish-red flesh writhes in the gaps of the street, emitting a slight rustling sound, stirring feelings of unease within.
The writhing flesh continuously spreads outward, growing like little meat worms, they are part of the Tentacle Monster, an extension of itself.
In just a few days, the Tentacle Monster transformed the surrounding area into its unique domain, swallowing anything that intrudes whether by accident or not, be it Extraordinary Creatures, roaming Zombies, or humans investigating the situation.
A vast dead silence, only the purplish-red writhing flesh exists, though one could also say it is filled with vitality, brimming with immense Life Force.
"Growing towards the direction of the Undead Tide. Is it because it senses more Zombies there?"
Su Changxing constantly monitors the situation over there, the flesh coverage speed is neither slow nor fast; in a few days, it'll likely clash directly with the Undead Tide.
"Does this thing never stop growing?"
