The thick, black flood that streamed densely was enough to make anyone with a fear of crowds die on the spot. The iron wire-like worms intertwined and rubbed against each other, accompanied by sounds that made one's soul tremble, and the cold, slimy breath assaulted the witness's mind.
Fortunately, the sewer was temporarily unoccupied.
Except for the figure in the midst of the "flood," wrapped in a Golden Shield.
Tang Qi's face was full of resistance, although he knew very well that these Transcendent creatures, similar to overgrown iron wire worms, could not cause him any harm. Whether it was the Molten Furnace Flames or the increasingly powerful Flame Spell, both could easily deal with them.
But understanding is one thing, feeling is another.
Even gods have some unknown weaknesses.
Tang Qi was still imperfect and couldn't shrug off some minor issues.
For example, at this moment, wrapped by the endless iron wire worms, he felt inexplicably nauseous.
