C1122 Tentacular

Once they saw it clearly, both Feng Zhi and Long Yan gasped.

Now that the mist had been dispersed by the flames at Feng Zhi's fingertips, it was clear that not far in front of them, there were lines of unfathomable deep crevices on the ground. And within the crevices, there was even a kind of white color that was almost the same as the fog, and was about a foot long