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"Hey! Uru! Isn't this a bit too much?"

Felix's agile figure darted and weaved among the fleshy monsters, cutting large amounts of monstrous flesh into pieces on the spot.

But just as it releases fireballs to burn, the surging ferocious flesh will drive it away, then spray pus at its companions on the ground to extinguish the fire, and finally the few will combine to form a larger individual.

Uru was also in a difficult position. Although the monsters had low defense, Uru could easily chop them into pieces, but since he didn't know magic, he could only ask Tina and the others to finish them off.

However, as more and more ferocious creatures appeared, Tina and the others could no longer take care of Uru and were all focused on dealing with their own enemies.

Therefore, although Uru cut down many of the evil creatures, he was unable to eliminate them and could only let them constantly recombine and regenerate.

Worse still, the pus contained within the monstrous flesh was extremely corrosive, and as Uru hacked at it, his greatsword was already covered in pus and blood.

The blade had been mostly corroded, and what he was holding now was less a greatsword and more a piece of unsharpened iron plate, greatly reducing its efficiency in cutting flesh.

Sure enough, when Uru slashed at a lump of flesh that had just overlapped, the sword got stuck halfway through its movement inside the flesh.

Yellowish-green pus bubbles gurgled from the cut. Uru pulled hard, and his steel greatsword snapped in two.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Uru swung his greatsword, now only half its original size, to deflect the tentacles reaching towards him, then quickly retreated.

Shared hid behind Tina and handed her a bag of magic recovery potions.

Tina raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp, then hurled several fireballs at the densely packed army of monstrous flesh.

The monstrous flesh was instantly engulfed in flames. Their companions helped each other, extinguishing the flames with their pus. If any of their companions died, they would absorb them into their own bodies.

After one round of attacks, the number of individual ferocious creatures decreased, but what remained were larger ones.

Seeing Uru running back in a disheveled state, brandishing a broken sword, Shared was furious: "Look at what you've done! You've almost killed us all!"

Uru was quite angry at what he'd been told, but knowing he was in the wrong, he yelled back, "Yes, yes, yes! It's all my fault! So what do you suggest we do now?"

Shared suppressed his temper and looked around. Seeing that there was still flesh growing, he realized that the problem lay in the wounds caused by Uru.

"Tina! Go and heal the wounds that Uru inflicted!"

Tina nodded her delicate head slightly, then ran to the wound that had accumulated a lot of blood.

She raised her wand and began to cast a healing spell. Under the emerald light, new flesh gradually filled the pit, and a large amount of blood was squeezed out.

This method is very effective. After the wound healed, no more malignant tissue was produced. However, how to clean up the current malignant tissue is still a big problem.

Mur and another Mithril-level were able to barely kill a few, but Koroya, being a Gold-level, was completely powerless to fight back and could only stand by Shared's side and stare helplessly.

"Give the sword to Uru!" Shared roared when he saw Koroya looking around blankly with his sword drawn.

Uru snatched Koroa's longsword, a look of disgust on his face. "It's so light, it's not comfortable to hold at all!"

But having a weapon is always better than being empty-handed, so he charged back into the ferocious horde and began to fight again.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot! Being weak doesn't mean you can do nothing! How many mana recovery potions do you have left?" Sharred shouted at Chorya.

Koroya's mind was already somewhat numb. He quickly took off his backpack and rummaged through it: "There are still... three bags left!"

"Three bags... I've used them all up. The others probably have about five more," Shared said in a low voice, glancing around at the encirclement. "It's simply not enough! How can we possibly burn all of this!?"

Suddenly, Shared thought of Arno and quickly looked around, but couldn't find him.

"Where's Arno? And Hohmann! Where did they go?"

"They've probably already been eaten by these monsters, right? How could those two bronze-level monsters possibly be a match for them?"

Mur ran back covered in blood, his clothes riddled with holes from the pus, and a severed hand still stuck to his right leg.

He claimed that the mithril-class weapon was swallowed by a lump of monstrous flesh, and that he had tried his best to rescue it, but only managed to save the hand. However, judging from the clean cut surface of the hand, it was clearly severed by a sword or knife.

At this moment, Felix ran back, and Uru also ran back, with only the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The group huddled together, watching as the encirclement formed by various bizarre and grotesque flesh gradually shrank and slowly approached them.

Sharred took out two bags of mana restoration potions and handed them to the only two mages in the group, saying:

"We're running out of medicine! Even if they lined up obediently and let us burn them, we couldn't burn them all. Our only way out is to concentrate our forces on attacking one place and then escape!"

"Felix! Shield Uru! Uru, you clear the way with your bare hands! Tina, you take care of clearing the monsters on both sides!"

After explaining the tactics, the group rushed off in one direction.

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Norn raised his hand and released a ball of light, illuminating the bloody flesh walls all around. Arno, who was standing behind him, curiously reached out and touched the blood on the flesh walls before putting it in his mouth.

Just minutes ago, they were fighting the fleshy monster on the ground, but the next second, the fleshy ground beneath their feet inexplicably cracked open, sending Norn and Arno to this dark place.

"What's going on? Did they eat us?"

Norn manipulated the ball of light to move and discovered that the space they were in was not very large. The surrounding area was filled with wrinkled, bloody flesh walls, and several tassel-like blood vessels hung down from above, dripping blood.

"Arno, nobody's watching here anymore, let's blast them out with a few thunderbolts."

Norn gave the order to Arno, who raised his hands toward the fleshy wall at the top, and crimson arcs of electricity coiled and leaped around his arms.

Just as the red lightning was about to strike, a deafening shout came from the darkness:

"Stop!! It hurts!!!"

"Arnold, stop!" Norn quickly stopped him, then moved the ball of light in the direction from which the sound came.

Soon, a huge mouth and an eye attached to the wall of flesh and blood were revealed.

"How about it? Scared? Haha..."

The fleshy membrane, covered with tiny blood vessels, squinted the eye, and the large mouth stretched upwards in a wide arc as it laughed loudly, causing the entire space to tremble.

"You're the guy who manages this place?" Norn had already guessed the other person's identity. Who else in a place like this would speak on their own?

"You're the evil god, aren't you?"

After Norn finished speaking, the mouth on the wall stopped laughing and closed its lips:

"Um?"