Teng Yuangxiang was secretly relieved; had she not pulled that move and rushed ahead just moments earlier, she would have been the one dead.
Zhou Peng's breath was ragged, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Illuminated by the light of the Magnetic Storm Ball, he saw the shape of the monsters. They were humanoid creatures, about sixty centimeters tall, their bodies slick and covered in mucus, as if they had no skin, allowing one to see directly into the muscle fibers. Their heads were large, with tongues over a foot long, and their limbs were strong and muscular, bearing sharp, hard claws that struck the metal wall, sending sparks flying, leaving half-inch deep traces.
Zhou Peng inhaled sharply. Such a grasp on a human, would undoubtedly result in intestines being ripped apart and stomachs being shredded.
