Tang Zhen, who was in the wilderness of the underworld, had transformed into a harvester as he continued to harvest the lives of the monsters.
The tentacles formed by mental energy became thick and long as they danced around Tang Zhen's body.
It passed through the monster's body and sucked it dry, leaving behind a string of twisted remains.
Such a terrifying image was even more hideous than a monster.
At this moment, Tang Zhen had already gone mad from killing. He would rush to wherever there was a monster, and then a crazy harvest would follow.
It didn't matter if they were of high or low rank. As long as they were of flesh and blood, they would definitely not let them go.
His expression was equally terrifying, with indescribable excitement and greed. From time to time, he would also let out a burst of strange laughter.
Tang Zhen tried to suppress it, but he was unable to control his emotions. This was because he was unable to control the joy in his heart.