Wherever this thing passed, everything was turned into vaguely discernible bloody chunks, even the darkness and filth of the lower worlds were assimilated into flesh and blood.
However, in Lu Yuanming's eyes at this moment, this thing was just an object of the same material as the material nightmare he had just encountered. He immediately extended his high-dimensional vision, and the object, which was originally the size of the remaining part he could crush, suddenly became thin and short. When it shot towards him, it was like a thread.
He didn't know that someone was actually commanding behind the material nightmare? He merely thought the material nightmare was an extension and a feeding instrument of the Remains of the Gods.
He immediately started pulling and tugging at the thread.
