"What are these things?!"
Bess was dumbfounded. Although she was not a chef nor had she studied cooking, she still had common sense. Why could something that was cooked still move?! She felt a little overwhelmed as she watched the blood lobsters brandishing their pincers and charging at the cursed snakes she had unleashed.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The number of blood lobsters seemed to be infinite. They rushed into the air and kept colliding with the cursed snakes. In the blink of an eye, the cursed snakes were struck, torn apart, and then burst into pieces!
That made the corner of Bess's mouth twitch. Meanwhile, the strong smell of the blood lobsters made her feel sick. She shuddered at the disgusting feeling that seemed to rise from the depths of her soul.
"You're dead!"
