A group of deformed monsters poured out of the abyss, and the arms that could not have grown in nature hooked the edge of the abyss, dragging out a strange and terrifying body.

They crawl across the rock wall with their hooked claws, making a scraping sound. Like endless freak nightmares, they crawl upwards through the rocks in droves with irreconcedible killing urges with the only goal of breaking down the world above.

If you just leave it alone, the settlements on the ground may be discovered by this group of monsters.

Kane stood at the mouth of the cave and kicked a stone into the abyss in front of him.

In the surge of majestic energy, the stone was waxed as soon as it touched the liquid surface of the purple light, and a burst of black smoke of dissolved substances came out.

This puff of black smoke drew the attention of the Void Beasts to Kane, and a black tide swarmed towards him.

Kane put down his helmet to keep out the daunting stench in the air. The threat came, and instinct filled him with power.

He had never resisted this impulse, and it was this urge that gave him the strength to fight back, and it has allowed him to live until now.

Bone spurs grew from the back of his hand, and he slowly retreated into the middle of the tunnel.

Those creatures crawled along the cave walls, beneath their feet, on both sides, and even on their heads!

They filled the tight space and attacked Kane from all sides.

A monster with horns in a carapace swooped down, razor-sharp claws hanging from Kane's thigh, fangs gnawing at his hard dark condensation armor, leaving many pale white marks on it.

Kane didn't pull it away with his hands, the only thing it could hold on to was its razor-sharp blade feet, but the hungry monsters would rather have their feet pulled off than let go.

He turned and slammed his knee into the wall, shattering the ethereal's body, shattering his heart and splintering with the shards of his carapace, and slapping open the massive head that hung on his lap.

Kane stomped hard, trampling a small but ferocious ethereal spirit to death like a snail, and then without raising his head, he stretched the bone spur forward, pinpointing it into the throat of a flying ethereal spirit, piercing through the heart.

Because of the existence of the network of consciousness, Kane can sense the vicious movements of every monster around him even if he closes his eyes.

He could see the weaknesses they were protecting in their carapaces, and he could hear the sound of their hearts pulsating so clearly.

No two void creatures are exactly the same, and even if there are more around, he will never confuse them, just as a yellow person can distinguish the country belonging to other yellow people from his face, but he only has the impression of a white person with blue eyes and a high nose.

In a way, Kane felt a sense of familiarity between the void creatures in front of him and his own, and he could tell the difference from each of the ethereals that resembled them, perhaps he had already regarded them as one kind.

Two ethereal spirits attached to the ceiling screamed and fell, descending on his back like spiders pounced, trying to eat at his spinal cord and neck.

Two bone spurs drilled out of the dark condensation armor and pierced the monster's heart with precision, and the broken remains were nailed to the armor, and the energy flowing from the heart was swallowed by the murder weapon, repairing the damage on the armor.

Kane would dodge the attacks that made him feel threatened, and the rest he wouldn't dodge even if he knew about them, and every scar they caused would turn into glory and hang on his spur-covered armor.

By the time Kane stopped fighting back, the cramped cavern was filled with shattered wreckage, sharp blades and feet facing the sky, counter-current slurry filling the potholes, strange flesh smearing the walls, rocks dissolving and smoking, and the air filled with a terrifying smell of no one to enter.

One by one, Kane retrieved the bone spurs that had grown from his armor—and more than a dozen hollow corpses rolled off him.

Their hearts and bodily fluids were greedily drained by bone spurs, and their hollow carapaces became brittle, making a crunch of clattering over the wreckage with any movement Kane made.

After a fierce battle, Kane was not only not injured, but the dark condensation armor was also repaired with the absorbed energy.

He only needs to fight back passively, and those creatures will pounce on him without fear of death, be eaten by him and become nourishment, and finally become a part of the Void Skin Armor and live on him forever.

Removing the many burdens hanging on his body, he can finally have a good duel with the behemoth in front of him.

It was a massive void creature, and Kane had inflicted numerous wounds on its torso with its claws and bone spurs, stabbing its eyes, its carapace peeled open, its skin peeling open, and its limbs broken.

He'd done so many horrific injuries, but he just didn't do anything to its heart, so even though it had been injured enough to kill a normal creature a hundred times, it was still alive and well.

The monster is devouring Kane and trying to get back on his feet.

It sucks up the flesh of the ground, devours the essence of the void, stitches up its wounds, and grows new limbs.

After being wounded, the original weakness became even harder, and the unrecoverable wound burrowed from the tentacles of black flames, crackling and whipping the rocks.

It had lost its original shape, and more than a dozen needle eyes split into three clusters of warm purple light, turning into a monstrous behemoth with a monstrous face, centipede-like bladed feet chopping into the wreckage all over the ground, like a moving chariot rushing towards Kane.

The huge body almost filled the tunnel, and Kane had no room to dodge, so he could only bite the bullet.

Sharp toes gripped the ground, and Kane held his hands against the slamming triangular head in a domineering position. The impact bent his knees, and his toes made deep scars no less than ten meters away on the hard rock.

The suture monster opened its bloody jaws to devour him, but he pressed his hands apart against his upper and lower jaws. Kane looked into his mouth, and the toothy esophagus was contracting hard, and he couldn't see where his heart was, only a long tongue like a hose suddenly stabbed at his face!

The tongue stopped at the imminent point, controlled by Kane's mind. A few flaming tentacles slapped at him, and the black flames melted his armor and dissipated into black smoke.

Kane blinked slightly, a certain hunger penetrating through him...... His perception resonated precisely with the void creature in front of him, seeing through the layers of carapace to see the location of its heart...... The center of the seventh segment behind the skull.

He let go of a hand and pulled his tongue out, and the huge mouth snapped shut, only to bite the tongue off.

Kane held down the monster's head and somersaulted forward, his legs against the ceiling, the centipede-like body structure doomed the monster to look up weakly, and Kane stood upside down and pressed his head to the ground with his claws.

The tentacles burning with black flames struck again, and Kane struggled to grab one of them with his free hand and began to devour it. Dissolving and repairing were going on in the palm of his hand at the same time, and the skin armor seemed to bite into the bone marrow, and there was a trembling pain.

Tides welled up in the eyes, lapping on the edge of the abyss.

The flame fell silent, and was immediately absorbed by the skin armor.

With Kane's thoughts, black flames poured out of his skin armor again, igniting the entire forearm.

He lowered his upside-down legs, and with one lunge he crossed the seven-section carapace, his fists slammed down, and his hands burning with black flames melted holes in the monster's carapace. He extinguished the flames, plunged a claw into the strange flesh, and pinpointed out the shimmering pulsating heart.

Kane wanted to rub his eyes, but looked at his shiny paws. As the tears fell, Kane felt something disappear from his body, but he couldn't remember what it was, so he had no choice but to give up.

Half an hour later, Kane managed to tear off the huge head of the stitched monster.

Looking at the results of his struggle for half a day, he took off his helmet and sprayed a white mist in the cold and dry air, muttering to himself.

"This head is big enough to be scary, isn't it? It's horrifying, but it's a question of how to get it to the surface......"