Gluttony, rescue (1)

After the monster turned into a corpse, it quickly disintegrated into a pile of mud, emitting a foul smell.

It looked familiar. The green mud on the deck should be this thing.

The monsters that were formed from this mud could devour the victims and make them part of their bodies.

Although the monsters had been killed, the unlucky cultivators who had been devoured had no chance of resurrecting.

Tang Zhen could see that the strings of fate on these cultivators had been completely cut off.

Under such circumstances, they didn't even have the right to act as monsters. They were already dead.

Tang Zhen continued to move forward after crossing the monster's corpse.

A locked iron door appeared in front of him, and countless fate threads floated out from inside.

Therefore, even though it was extremely quiet, Tang Zhen could still be sure that a group of cultivators was hidden inside.