This scene seemed visible only to Lu Li; neither Yang Chunxue nor Kong Nanqing took notice of the ethereal blood strands drifting through the clouds.
A door? Or perhaps the effect triggered by the Blood-Colored Tentacles?
Lu Li's guess leaned more toward the latter, given he had devoured it not long ago.
What do these strands represent?
Quietly staring for several seconds, Lu Li sat up and, under the expectant gaze of Kong Nanqing awaiting a morning kiss, walked to the living room, retrieved the binoculars, and spied out the window.
Even clearer were the blood strands visible through the binoculars.
Blood strands descending from the clouds, thick on top, resembling cylindrical masses of surreal flesh.
The lines of flesh grew thinner as they extended downward, becoming almost invisible several hundred meters above the ground.
They were like... tentacles.
Or tendrils.
