The giant tentacle was entirely dark greenish-black, with spikes and thorn bundles stretching for several meters, even tens of meters, and scissor-like fork spines growing on its sides.
The rock dome, which was exceptionally sturdy for players, was effortlessly sliced apart with just a gentle scrape of the thorny spines.
Below the tentacle, a dense mass of fine tendrils grew, numbering in the astronomical figures, merely glancing at them was enough to make those with trypophobia feel intensely uneasy and restlessly anxious.
All the tendrils were arranged in orderly rows, interspersed with numerous deep and large hollow circular holes,
The inner walls of the holes were extremely smooth, pitch black, and devoid of light,
not resembling biological pores, but rather... as if they were mineshafts polished and excavated by industrial facilities.
