The cockroach monster was both angry and amused. 'Is this human a fool, or just so arrogant she doesn't know her place?'
'Does she think she's worthy of eating this food?'
The cockroach monster was enraged.
The onlookers all backed away, terrified that if the cockroach monster was the least bit displeased, they would end up like the last poor soul.
The cockroach before them had innumerable tentacles. Perhaps it was rage that made it revert to its true form.
A human's head on a cockroach's body.
It moved with lightning speed, exuding a unique, intense pressure. It was like a demon from Hell; a single glance could make one's heart pound in terror.
Each of its tentacles was tipped with an incredibly sharp hook.
If they touched a person or animal, they could no doubt pierce right through.
The cockroach monster launched itself toward Wen Ying's table. As it leaped, a pair of wings sprouted from its back, emitting a BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ.
