The soldiers of the Empire saw their hope to escape that dangerous situation vanish in a few instants.
What had appeared in front of them was a rank 5 magical beast, even their powerful ships could do nothing against that entity.
Meanwhile, the Giant octopuses behind them began to catch up, their tentacles cracked in the air as if they were whips as they resumed to attack the soldiers.
Cultivators started to die again, the assault of magical beasts in the middle tier of the fourth rank wasn't something that rank 2 cultivators could handle and those in the third rank were busy defending themselves to mind anyone else.
The truth was that there was still a glimmer of hope in their minds, something that they knew would be able to face the mighty creature in the sea.
"Enough."
A voice filled the island, the air seemed to stop, the Giant octopuses on the ground shook, only the huge tentacle wrapped in the remains of the ship was unaffected.
