"This is absolutely absurd."
Looking at the tentacles that almost filled the entire underground space, Wang Xiyi's mind couldn't help but flash some rather grotesque images.
She didn't like tentacles, except for those transformed by Sun Hang using mycelium.
And when faced with something she didn't like, she had only one way to handle it.
Burn it to ashes.
Wang Xiyi took a deep breath and then let out a deafening dragon roar, the bluish flames around her instantly grew paler, and the temperature in the underground space began to soar rapidly.
The water from the underground lake evaporated rapidly, and swirling white steam rose and hid both parties' forms.
