Zhang Fan's gaze swept across, and he saw a mountain rat just touched by the flesh-colored tentacle, instantly drained of nutrients, becoming part of the flesh fungus.
"Go!"
Zhang Fan gave a light cry, the True Flame surging around him, transforming into an afterimage, retreating along with Qi Delong.
Swish...
In the gloomy night, countless tentacles seemed awakened, noticing the two ferocious beings in the hunting grounds, they all attacked.
Break...
Zhang Fan flicked his finger, the firelight turned into a sword, slicing through the tentacle pouncing in front of him.
The next moment, the severed section wriggled madly, splitting into more tentacles, charging at Zhang Fan relentlessly.
"These flesh fungi can't be killed, don't fight them head-on... run!"
From afar, Qi Delong's voice came, his body surrounded by flowing lights, darting like a big fish.
