God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

The thunders in the sky were like dancing silver snakes, pouring down with devastating force. However, what was unexpected was that these seemingly powerful thunders did not cause any substantial harm to Ye Changqing.

On the contrary, they are like heavy hammers smashing into the ground, instantly splitting the originally solid land and forming huge collapsed pits.

The earth seemed unable to withstand the horrific aftermath of the thunder. In an instant, the entire ground began to tremble violently, accompanied by bursts of roars, presenting a horrifying scene of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting.

Looking at the collapsing ground below, Ye Changqing did not realize the hidden crisis at first. He just stared quietly at the ruins in front of him that were ravaged by thunder.

However, just in the next second, an extremely cold breath surged out from the bottomless cracks like a flood breaking through a dam and quickly spread to the surrounding space.

The breath was icy cold, as if it could penetrate one's soul and make one shudder.

Ye Changqing had never felt such a strange and evil aura. If he had to describe it in words, it would be an evil that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was creepy.

"Roar……"

Just as Ye Changqing was concentrating on trying to find the source of this breath, a low and deafening roar suddenly came from the deep crack.

Although the sound seemed to come from deep underground, it still had such strong penetrating power and shocking power that Ye Changqing's heart couldn't help but shrink, and the hairs on his back stood up in an instant.

His gaze became increasingly deep, staring intently at the dark crack below. His sight followed the crack all the way to its deepest point, as if he wanted to see through the darkness and clearly see what the mysterious being that made the roaring sound looked like.

A complex mix of emotions surged into his heart like a tide, and Ye Changqing pondered to himself.

"There must be something mysterious hidden beneath this place."

Although it was impossible to see the specific scene deep underground through the cracks above the ground, the evil aura that permeated the surroundings was like billowing smoke, suffocating; coupled with the low and strange roar just now, Ye Changqing firmly believed that there must be something unusual underground.

Moreover, his intuition deep in his heart sounded like an alarm bell, warning him that this unknown object was extremely dangerous.

At this moment, Ye Changqing had no time to care about the thunder that continued to rage above his head.

However, the thunder in the sky did not stop and continued to strike him.

However, when these lightning strikes hit Ye Changqing's body, it was like a gentle itch and could not cause any substantial harm to him.

Ye Changqing's entire attention was focused on the crack in the ground.

Just as he was concentrating on gazing at the deep dark abyss, in an instant, he saw countless black lines made of unknown substances gushing out from the cracks in the ground at an alarming speed like a black torrent, rushing straight towards Ye Changqing.

Faced with this sudden black line, Ye Changqing frowned tightly.

He looked closely and found that each black line was as thick as an adult's arm.

They twisted and swayed in the air, and at first glance they did not seem to pose much of a threat, but Ye Changqing knew very well that he must not take it lightly, and he did not dare to easily try to touch these strange black lines.

So, when those countless black lines rushed towards him like a tide to attack him, Ye Changqing swung the kitchen knife in his hand without hesitation and slashed forward fiercely.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade slashed through the void like lightning. With a crisp "swish" sound, the originally fierce black lines were instantly cut into two pieces.

However, things are far from over so simply.

Just when Ye Changqing thought he had successfully resolved the crisis, a shocking scene happened - the black lines that had just been cut off actually grew back in the blink of an eye, and one black line split into two in the blink of an eye.

As a result, the number of black lines not only did not decrease, but instead doubled.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing's face remained expressionless, as if everything happening before his eyes was within his expectations.

He took a deep breath, and the powerful energy in his body was continuously injected into the long sword in his hand.

Along with a low humming sound, powerful sword intent gushed out from the blade, turning into a dazzling light, sweeping towards the black line in front.

This time, Ye Changqing used all his strength. He wanted to completely eliminate these troublesome black lines.

Under the ravages of that terrifying sword intent, the black lines shattered and dissipated, without even the slightest trace left.

But after just a blink of an eye, those black lines miraculously returned to their original state. Not only that, their number was so large that it made people feel creepy and their scalp tingled.

These black lines seemed to have the characteristics of immortality. No matter how fiercely Ye Changqing used to destroy them, they could always regenerate quickly, and their number would continue to increase with Ye Changqing's attack.

For a moment, the whole scene fell into a stalemate, and Ye Changqing faced unprecedented pressure...

I saw the black lines emerging continuously like a tide, and their number increased day by day, as if endless.

Moreover, these black lines were not moving in a disorderly manner. They seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. Their movements were uniform and their goals were extremely clear - rushing straight towards Ye Changqing.

In the blink of an eye, the dense black lines that covered the sky and the sun were rushing towards Ye Changqing from all directions.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, even the sudden thunder from the sky would be difficult to resist.

However, what is shocking is that these seemingly weak black lines can easily block the thunder from the sky.

The thunder seemed to feel provoked and insulted, and instantly became more violent.

It made a deafening roar, and dazzling streaks of lightning cut through the sky, smashing into the black lines with the power to destroy the world.

But no matter how violently the thunder roared, it was always helpless against these black lines, and could not even cause any substantial damage.

On the contrary, as time went by, the number of black lines increased instead of decreased, spreading rapidly like wildly growing vines.

Obviously, the heavenly tribulation has enveloped the black line. Its power is much stronger than before, and it has already exceeded the limit of the heavenly tribulation in the ancestral realm.

The thunder from the sky, which was like a thunder dragon, kept falling like raindrops.