As Charles and the other green centipedes rapidly cut through the nerves in the body fluid, the surroundings began to tremble violently.
A certain special yet familiar voice echoed again in Charles's mind, "Vulgtmph" "…nglui" "wk" "…hmr…"
Charles remembered this voice; it was a whisper from God. This spider was actually using the power of God!
Charles's limbs began to slowly halt, and the irritation and fear in his mind caused him to curl up gradually.
Compared to the fate of the other green centipedes, he was actually faring the best.
The moment those around him heard that voice, their brains burst open, turning them into floating corpses in the murky insect fluid.
For some reason, Charles didn't end up with the same fate as them,
"Move! Get moving! Move!!" The chaotic Charles slowly struggled to stand up, continuing to cut the nerve in front of him with sheer willpower, stumbling along.
