"Why isn't he dead yet?"
Lu Xin furrowed his brows as he retreated rapidly. However, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly charged forward.
His father was reluctant, but he had no choice.
His mother was not around, and he was the only adult at home.
On top of that, it seemed like he had been held back by the monster's mental attack for more than 20 seconds. His temper had also flared up. Compared to Lu Xin's confusion about how to kill the monster, he was more interested in chopping it up.
His temper seemed to have always been like this.
Impatient!
"Bang!""Bang!"
As the shadow flew forward, the pile of flesh and blood quickly expanded.
The shadow had already covered the pile of flesh, but as the flesh expanded, a large portion of it broke free from the shadow's control. Immediately, more and more tentacles were thrown into the air, shooting towards the ceiling like a frog's tongue.
is this also a form of resistance from the monster? "
