Carson Flores dared not move a muscle.
Each of these ugly creatures was not very big, probably only about thirty centimeters long, with sharp teeth that seemed capable of piercing through their own mouths, razor-sharp claws, and a pair of lifeless, gray-black eyes that were filled with death and were quite terrifying to behold.
Such monsters could be killed by the handful with just a palm strike from Carson, but now they were teeming around him, densely packed, extending into the darkness beyond the reach of the firelight, likely numbering in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.
If they were to swarm over him, even an iron man like Carson would not be able to withstand them.
Carson finally understood why the five corpses he had seen earlier had been covered in blood, yet not a trace of flesh remained on them; obviously, all the flesh had entered the bellies of these creatures the instant the cultivators were killed.
