At this moment, Li Huowang, who felt no pain at all, stared at the gigantic vertical pupil in front of him, without a hint of hesitation.
He immediately hoisted his own limp body from the ground onto his shoulder, then dashed to Zhuge Yuan's side, lifting him up as well and charging backward.
This place was simply too dangerous, no place for mere mortals—he had to get Zhuge Yuan out of here!
But as soon as he turned to leave, his body felt as if it was crushed beneath a mountain, weighed down by a thousand pounds; on top of that, an invisible suction from behind kept yanking him back.
From the gaping wound in Li Huowang's chest, writhing tentacles surged crazily, wrapping around his legs and helping drag him desperately forward.
He inched forward bit by bit, while the maggots on his body dropped dead at lightning speed, as if waging an invisible war against something.
