Meanwhile, Zwei's expression was cold as ice. It was exactly as Gracier guessed.
Gazing at the barrier of pitch-black ink, a glint flashed in Zwei's eyes. At the next moment, in the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand metamorphosed into a lightning bolt that penetrated the middle of the dark cloud of pitch-black ink. The mighty impact along with whirling gales erupted, wiping out the black ink instantly. And now, along with another miserable shriek, the giant octopus's body was punctured thoroughly, leaving a huge round hole in the middle. Blood sprayed everywhere from the wound, spreading, mixed with black ink. The giant octopus shuddered uncontrollably, but that was just its deathbed struggle.
"My final touch !"
Along with Gracier's hearty laughter, a sudden burst of flames instantly engulfed the octopus's body.
