The translucent parasite had a bright red thread passing through its entire body.
Perhaps due to the burning flame on the corpse, the parasite writhed slightly, appearing as though it had died completely.
Shen Wenchen stared intently at the parasite on the ground. Someone nearby dodged too late and nearly stepped on the severed head.
A moment of fumbling led to a fall on the ground.
Hearing his commotion, the other guards laughed heartily. The seemingly dead parasite on the ground, finding its supposed saviour, lunged towards the man's ankle at full speed.
Shen Wenchen's eyes never left the parasite.
As soon as it showed signs of life, he cut it in half with his sword.
Seemingly experiencing unbearable pain, its severed body squirmed frantically. For the first time, Shen Wenchen saw a parasite writhing in agony.
After twisting for a while, it continued inching towards the man.