This is also why the people of the Royal City detest cleaning the sewers so much.
And this monster had been bitten hundreds of times by a hundred plague rats, and if it had been a person, they would have died violently long ago, but the Abyssal demon was still struggling crazily, its countless tentacles writhing as if boiling, like a pot of water with hundreds of large octopuses being cooked.
But it was too deeply poisoned, the plague killed its tentacles, killed the eggs on its body, destroyed its flesh, and inflicted heavy damage on its soul.
Finally, Rod fired a shot, and the Abyssal demon trembled all over, collapsed to the ground, and a large hole broke open in the twisted black flesh of its soul.
Rod, who had been waiting for this moment, charged forth like lightning.
A scythe emerged in his right hand, with spiritual energy surging forth, stabbing straight into its soul.
Boom.
As if a muffled sound came from the void, Rod tore apart its soul thread.