Chu Ran was choked by the pungent smell, tears and snot streaming down her face.
The pulverized building debris hung in the air like haze, with a few rays of sunlight refracting through it, leaving only blurred shadows.
Chu Ran staggered to her feet, her vision gray and unfocused, unsure where she was.
It was unusually quiet.
A strange silence.
Suddenly, Chu Ran’s nerves tensed, and she swiftly dropped and rolled.
The slime barely missed her face as it fell.
The tentacle, having missed its strike, quickly retracted.
And that strike was like a signal.
A violent explosion rumbled from afar, and a huge black shadow emerged in the haze.
A sudden gale, like a soldier charging into battle, fiercely blew away the surrounding haze.
Now Chu Ran saw the true form of the shadow.
It was that unknown Zerg.
It began to transform into an ant-queen form, its lower abdomen swelling enormously, covered in countless fine legs. Its upper body was relatively slender, still unformed.
Countless antennae waved above and below its waist.
Its mouth was enormous, making even its compound eyes seem tiny. Behind its head, a thin tube extended and inserted into its abdomen.
At this moment, the behemoth’s tentacles had grabbed three people and were rapidly retracting toward its mouth.
The desperate attack had failed to kill the unknown Zerg; instead, it had triggered its evolution.
Without time to think, Chu Ran’s Spiritual Power erupted. The Golden Cudgel in her hand swelled like inflated, and the Somersault Cloud beneath her feet soared into the air, instantly moving beside the tentacles.
The golden rod swung down high under the intense sunlight.
Sizzle, sizzle. The slime, refracting sunlight, splattered like falling rain.
Three tentacles were severed in one stroke.
The three people fell.
Chu Ran had no energy to worry about them, because she had become the next target.
The moment the tentacles were cut, the remaining leisurely waving tentacles seemed to receive a signal and excitedly surrounded her.
Chu Ran closed her eyes, and countless clones appeared, each holding the same rod, corresponding to each tentacle.
All clones obeyed the same mind, and at almost the same moment, they severed the unknown Zerg’s tentacles.
Chu Ran breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it could be cut, and after its transformation she could still harm it, then there was still a fight.
And besides…
Chu Ran looked at the severed ends of the unknown Zerg’s tentacles; there was no sign of regeneration.
The attack bombs had worked after all.
The remaining tentacles of the unknown Zerg waved up and down, its compound eyes fixed on Chu Ran. Its open mouth revealed a wriggling throat.
With a whoosh.
The tube behind its head pulled out, its tip like a needle, and stabbed precisely and fiercely at Chu Ran.
All clones swiftly merged back into the main body.
Chu Ran spun her right hand, the Golden Cudgel quickly blocking in front of her.
Crack.
Chu Ran’s pupils contracted.
Unlike previous times when the Golden Cudgel was unharmed, this time the tail needle pierced into it.
And the crack was spreading.
Chu Ran quickly retreated, sliding hundreds of meters away on the ground.
The long-tube tail needle, like a mosquito sensing blood, followed closely. It cut through the wind, like the moment a Death’s Scythe fell.
Chu Ran’s expression turned cold. Her hand spun the Golden Cudgel rapidly, forming a huge blurred circle.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The sound of the Golden Cudgel being punctured hole after hole.
At the same time, a sharp pain shot through Chu Ran’s nerves.
Her Spiritual Power was nearly depleted.
This outcome wasn’t unexpected. Whether resisting the God Summoning Society’s drugs or later facing the unknown Zerg head-on, she had been constantly consuming her Spiritual Power.
Her mutant Spiritual Power couldn’t overcome the unknown Zerg in quality, so she had to compete in quantity. Using one big move after another was enough to drain her.
Chu Ran dropped to one knee, raised the Golden Cudgel to block again, her eyes calm as she stared at the towering unknown Zerg.