At the end of the corridor, there was no longer a door but a wall of flesh.
This flesh wall seemed to be breathing, continuously expanding and contracting, squeezing cracks into the walls around the door frame. Through the thin skin, Chen Ke could see the flesh and intestines inside swelling and retracting.
Without a word, Chen Ke swung his axe at the flesh wall, creating a gash that oozed blood. The flesh wall shuddered and slowly shifted inward.
He raised his axe and chopped several times, forcing the mass of flesh to retreat with each strike. Chen Ke imbued the axe with Magic Flames, gripped it with both hands, and delivered a more forceful blow. The flesh trembled violently and, with a gurgling sound, was sucked into a large hole in the center of the room.
Chen Ke stepped into the room and looked down into the large hole on the floor, estimating it to be about six meters in diameter.
