บท 1738: The Killing Formation Of Nine Cuts

"Full-foot Plenilune?" Jian Wushuang was surprised.

From Thousand-foot Plenilune to Full-foot Plenilune, it was obvious that there was a huge elevation.

Then, the five Sir Gods stood together in the void. They looked at the huge figure before them and their faces grew solemn.

"The information didn't say that there is such a fierce worm following Jian Wushuang."

"Judging by the looks of the worm, it should be Plenilune that is a parasite on Ancient God but it has so many cirri."

"Humph, it's just a Plenilune. What's there to be afraid of? Let's go!"

The five Sir Gods moved again.

"Jian Wushuang, let's go too," King of Venomous Worms' deep voice rang in Jian Wushuang's head. At the very next moment, its huge body quivered.

"Cry!"

A shrill cry resonated through the universe. Then, countless ferocious cirri covered the five Sir Gods instantly.