Darkness shrouded everything, devouring every trace of light.
It was unclear how much time had passed, perhaps a thousand years, or maybe just an instant.
Ling Feng only felt that he was doomed, yet at this moment, he could do nothing at all, not even move a finger.
Finally, Ling Feng suddenly felt the tentacles entwined around him gradually loosen, replaced by eleven layers of faint black transparent light shields, enclosing him within.
Thus, the terrifying aura of the Nether River Dead Water wouldn't invade his body.
Beside him, Jiang Biyi lay quietly on the ground, although her whole body was in a pitiful state, she didn't appear to be injured.
"What's going on? Have they treated us as reserve food?"
Ling Feng blinked his eyes, impossible, right?
Logically, with the size of this monster, it only ate three people earlier and was full?
Moreover, even as reserve food, is there really a need to specifically provide a protective shield for him and Jiang Biyi?
