"Damn!"
At this moment, Zhang Wuming gave a low shout, discovering that the soles of his shoes had already been corroded completely by the permeating viscous liquid.
"Is this stomach acid? How come the stomach still functions?" Zhang Fan's heart gave a jolt.
Buzz...
The surrounding walls were not only wriggling, but also seemed to be rapidly contracting, with viscous liquid continuously seeping out and gathering, forming a small pool in an instant.
The three of them leaned together, watching as the pool expanded, threatening to completely engulf and submerge them.
"Did you bring medicine?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.
"What medicine?" Zhang Wuming asked instinctively.
"Madrine!"
"..."
"Making jokes at a time like this is not funny at all." Li Miaoyin rolled her eyes.
"Separation Fire!"
