âPoof!â
This highly penetrating materialized tentacle struck heavily when the âhoodâ was completely unable to resist.
It hit right on the bridge of the nose!
âCrack!â
With a crisp sound, the nose, which had initially retained its shape, instantly collapsed, caving in about three centimeters.
If it werenât for the âhoodâ covering it, this tentacle would have created a crater on the head that resembled the surface of the moon.
And it would be the kind thatâs extremely horrifying to look atâ¦
Upon hearing that crisp sound, even Ling Mo felt a chill down his spine.
But immediately, his expression changed.
A depression had appeared, but⦠the âhoodâ wasnât punctured!
As the mental energy was exhausted in the impact, the caved-in part surprisingly started to slowly bulge back out.
Although the nose couldnât recover, it returned to the same level as the cheeksâ¦
This is just way too elastic!
On this tentacle, Ling Mo had infused a large amount of mental energy.
If his target had been the concrete ground instead of the âhood,â he would have easily created a hole at least half a finger deep.
He had considered the possibility that he might not be able to pierce through the âhoodâ completely, but he never expected this kind of result.
The âhoodâ remained unscathed, without even a white mark, while the shell was torn apart but immediately filled back inâ¦
Ling Mo tried to control himself not to imagine the scene inside the âhood,â as the thought of it made his willpower waver due to disgust.
âI was wrong, this monster is much weirder than Black Silkâ¦â
This was the strongest existence among the âWigsââ¦
âWhat should I do?â
Ling Moâs mind raced. He could already feel the throbbing pain coming from his temple.
Those âhairsâ were slowly working their way out. Although their movements were not aggressive, their force, akin to an abandoned vehicle compressor, put immense pressure on Ling Mo.
If he continued to wear himself out against it, his psychic power would reach a dangerous level of depletion.
Most importantly, this Monster kept secreting that Liquidâ¦
The âHairâ that extended deep within the shell was connected to the âHairâ on the outside. That Liquid was drawn from inside the shell and then flowed onto the external âHairâ.
The Liquid didnât have any odor, but with Ling Mo standing so close to it for a while, his inner excitement kept growing strongerâ¦
The Little Zombie Puppetâs resistance also became more intense, which, in effect, further increased Ling Moâs psychic power consumption.
âThis Monster must be a master of drugging! It keeps drugging you during the fight!â Ling Mo now understood why the Bird Zombie had to flee. To this Monster, he definitely counted as top-tier delicacy, and in Cuihu, the âWigâ would undoubtedly keep causing trouble for him every few days.
The Bird Zombie was powerful and fast, so escaping posed no issue, but defeating the âWigâ was another matter.
In a short time, it wouldnât be able to get rid of the âWig,â and if dragged out, it would continue to be druggedâ¦
âI should have named it Elizabethâ¦â Ling Mo thought, ââWigâ must have a deep obsession with Elizabethâ¦â
âClick, click!â
The âWigâsâ head suddenly twisted as if it was âlooking upâ at Ling Mo.
Startled, Ling Mo didnât have time to think. He shot out two more Tentacles.
This time, his force was even more intense than before, just to see how extraordinary the âHoodâsâ defensive capability was.
âPoof, poof!â
The âWigâsâ head jerked back more than a hundred degrees, the angle extremely eerie.
However, after two seconds, the âclick, clickâ sound came from within the âHoodâ again.
At the same time, the face that had turned backward slowly twisted back to the front.
Ling Mo felt chills down his spine. This was beyond bizarreâ¦
The additional two depressions on the face were once again filled, and Ling Mo didnât need to guess what the filling material wasâ¦
âWait⦠this shell is not just a vessel, is it?â
Ling Mo suddenly had a realization.
With the preconceived notion from the watery corpses, Ling Mo hadnât paid much attention to this shell.
He had initially thought it was just for containing Liquid, but the state of the âHoodâ made him rethink his assumption.
Itâs not that simpleâ¦
âCould it be⦠like a Spider?â
A hint of shock flashed in Ling Moâs eyes.
Although the âWigâ bore no resemblance to a Spider, the similarity in their modus operandi was striking!
The âHoodâ itself shouldnât be able to secrete that much Liquid, but if it could produce some special solution and had beforehand digested most of the bodyâs flesh and blood into rampage virus Liquid, then⦠that could explain why this shell, while maintaining its general shape, had such an obviously disproportionate weight.
Moreover, its twisted form clearly indicated the loss of many internal organsâ¦
But the most crucial insight came from Ling Moâs sensations when he attacked the head. Though the bones were intact, there was no resistance once he pierced throughâ¦
The head must have been completely hollowed outâ¦
âTruly a monstrous pervert!â Ling Mo shuddered, this Monster was beyond bizarre-it was a literal miracle of horror!
Moreover, living on the Ceiling, its early survival rate was astonishingly high!
By now, it had essentially become the undisputed dominant force in Cuihuâ¦
This wasnât just about its lethality but its methods.
Had Ling Mo and his companions not discovered it, and if this Monster continued its evolution, it might have turned even larger areas into complete no-go zones.
Who knows what terrifying super Monster it could ultimately become!
âThankfully, itâs not a Progenitor⦠but the virus it secretes continuously affects the surrounding Zombies. As these Zombies devour each other, their mutations would naturally become freakish⦠In that sense, it could be considered a half-Progenitorâ¦â
Ling Mo now deeply dreaded this Monster. His psychic tentacles kept attacking, but his focus had shifted to the shell.
Unable to break through the âHood,â he had to destroy the shell first!
Ling Mo was also concerned that completely breaking it open might cause a massive Liquid explosion, so he targeted only the joints.
Even if the âHairâ acted as a flexible support, shattering the bones entirely ought to hinder it somewhatâ¦
âPoof, poof, poof, poof, poof!â
The âWigâ almost collapsed to the ground. Although its Arms could still twist in an exceedingly eerie manner, it was basically incapable of launching any more attacks.
Ling Mo kept his psychic tentacles firmly wrapped around its Hair, but he could feel the resistance was gradually growing stronger. He knew he had little time left!
This Monster wasnât familiar with his attack methods and had suffered because of it. But whether this suffering would translate into actual harm depended on Ling Moâs skills!
Seeing that the shell was almost destroyed and the âWigâ might break free at any moment, Ling Mo didnât immediately back away.
Not a single second could be wasted!
Once again, his tentacles struck out, this time targeting the previously shattered nose area!
A frenzied barrage from his materialized tentacles!
Each tentacle hit the same spot, which had just been filled in again, but soon the depression reappeared.
And with the relentless onslaught, the depression never got a chance to fill back up!!
âI donât believe your durability is that amazingâ¦â
In mere seconds, Ling Moâs tentacles had attacked the spot no less than a hundred times!
If it were physical movements, Ling Mo could never have reached this level.
But the tentacle attacks were just a thought away for him. As long as Ling Mo stayed focused, his psychic power was strong enough, and his neural reaction speed was quick enough-he could do it!
However, the consumption of mental energy in those few seconds was terrifying. By the end of the attack, Ling Mo even felt his mind go blank for a moment.
This blankness was due to the high-intensity short-term energy drain, not because his mental energy had been completely depleted.
âHuff⦠huffâ¦â
Gasping for breath, Ling Mo shot out another tentacle.
âSquish!â
Ling Moâs eyes brightened up instantly. At that moment, he felt like he had punctured a balloon!
That mass of Hair trembled violently, as if it were in tremendous pain!
But Ling Mo didnât have much time to celebrate; a tremendous force suddenly struck. His psychic tentacles couldnât hold on any longer; the intangible mental energy collapsed instantly, and the binding force on the âWigâ vanished!
Seeing the massive clump of Hair rolling towards him, Ling Mo hurriedly stepped back. The Little Zombie Puppet darted forward, grabbed the âWig,â and forcefully yanked it away from Ling Mo.