Giant tentacles retreated back under the tumultuous waters, which gradually returned to calm.
Everyone hung in midair, staring at the water below with grave expressions, especially Qi Wuchang, whose face was particularly unsightly.
He extended his hand to grab the still trembling, writhing tentacle, yanked it out, and casually tossed it away. In the next second, the tentacle was crushed to dust by an invisible force.
Qi Wuchang examined his wounds, the surrounding muscles were withered as if they had lost their life force, resembling dead wood; it was clear that if Qi Wuchang hadn't reacted quickly to cut off the infected tentacle, his life force would have been voraciously devoured as well.
"What kind of magical beast is this, to be so formidable? The three of us joined forces, and still, we could not subdue it?"
Zhong Shuyu's gaze was intense, his heart still racing, "Although we can injure it, its body is so vast that our damage is insignificant, barely worth mentioning..."
