What made their blood run cold was that, upon closer inspection, the eeriness of these female corpses wasn’t just in their poses. Their limbs appeared to be broken, fixed in a permanent state of reverse-jointed crawling. When they reached the shore, the group discovered that beneath those twisted limbs, each corpse clutched a strange, egg-shaped object. These objects were slightly larger than a basketball and looked like a pregnant woman’s belly, yet they grew from the corpses’ backs. They were twisted, macabre, and radiated an aura of agony and oppression.
As these objects piled up on the shore, Wang Fatty, standing at the very front, felt the pressure mount, sweat pouring uncontrollably down his forehead. "Master Lang, when do we strike? I can’t hold them off much longer!"
Xu Lang remained expressionless, his eyes locked on the corpses. Only when two or three dozen had accumulated on the shore did a sharp glint flash in his eyes.
Chapter 185