At this moment in the underground tunnel, Su Mo was bolting with all his might, with tentacles furiously pursuing him from behind.
Su Mo felt like he had disturbed a hornet's nest.
As he fled, he picked up a spray can and wildly sprayed it behind him.
Unfortunately, it was of no use, as the tentacles continued to advance one after another, showing no signs of stopping, even though some metal tentacles had disintegrated.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Su Mo to run out of spray. He tossed the can aside and couldn't help but complain.
"Damn! This is useless."
"Even if you had more, it wouldn't help. Do you even realize how many tentacles there are?"
"I don't get it. Are these tentacles crazy? Why are they chasing me relentlessly?"
"They probably sense a threat from you."
The Creator, the Swallower, said in a deep voice.
"This time, we're really doomed."
Su Mo gritted his teeth and said.
