บท 416: The Trapped Soul

Before his voice could fade away, the folds started squirming madly. 

Rows of tentacles covered in spikes shot out of the folds and went straight for their vitals. 

It was as if the "walls" of the "intestines" were shrinking rapidly and wanted to envelope both of them inside. 

A large amount of sticky liquid that seemed like digestive juices gushed out from up ahead and behind them. It was as if they wanted to dissolve them until there was nothing left. 

The nightmarish scene was enough to destroy most people's mental defenses. Their mental strength index would drop to zero, and they might even die of fear. 

But Meng Chao was an oddball, so it was clear that he would not be among those people.