"Kind of resembles Cthulhu."
Shu Wei suddenly remarked from behind.
Su Huan tilted his head, puzzled, "What is Cthulhu?"
Shu Wei pointed to the tentacle writhing on the table, "A strange mythological figure, whose representation is just like this, covered in tentacles..."
"I wouldn't call it a deity. This mutated zombie just has stronger vitality, but it still needs to absorb nutrients and universal energy from nature to regenerate new limbs."
Yu Jing shook her head and said.
While the two of them were speaking, Su Huan had already walked over to the control platform, listening to them while examining the severed tentacle closely.
He extended a finger.
The tentacle reacted as if sensing something, with the tip wrapping around his fingertip, the slippery feel making a shiver run down his spine.
'It seems to have some awareness, so I guess I can't let you live, can I?'
Su Huan curled his lips.
"Thunderstorm."
