When his wrist lowered, blood dripped along the axe blade, as if it were boiling, emitting smoke.
Lint's gaze followed the direction of the tubes, tracing them upward to their source.
This space was vast, worth taking a thorough look around, and he discovered that there was not only ground space here but also an underground space.
Spiraling downwards.
Intense sounds of struggle began to emerge from behind, the flesh cocoons crazily pulsating. An arm burst out from one of the flesh cocoons as the flesh giant brutally tore open the cocoon, ripping the blood tubes off its body, and charged at Lint.
With a light flick of his wrist, he shook off the fresh blood from the axe and threw it. The massive axe, as light as a branch, spun through the air and effortlessly severed the neck of the flesh giant, then continued its unstoppable charge towards the group of flesh cocoons, cutting through all the writhing and struggling forms.
