Hu.
Su Ziyu took a deep breath and pulled out the launcher for the Fat Man nuclear bomb, then loaded it inside.
"Be careful!"
"The mini-nuke can't kill it! We've tried it before!" Pasha's voice came through.
Su Ziyu's figure darted out, leaving only a sentence behind: "You bombed the wrong place."
A long tentacle swept past.
Su Ziyu's toes touched the ground, and he leapt again, narrowly avoiding the encroaching tentacle by mere inches, inching closer to the creation of the Old Gods, 300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters.
"Alert! Alert!"
"You have entered the desecrated domain!... Spiritual pollution is rising!..."
Eerie whispers frantically assaulted him.
A clear vein emerged beneath Su Ziyu's neck without him knowing when, and his heart rate shot up to over 200 beats per minute in an instant. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died from burst blood vessels by now.
But he endured.
