It was precisely at the moment when he took out the last whip that Wu Changkong's expression became extremely cold.
It could be seen that if possible, he didn't particularly want to take out this third whip.
"Yang Chen, you should be proud to force me to take out this fourth whip. I rarely show this whip to others. Generally, those who see it are already dead." As he spoke, Wu Changkong suddenly gave a chilling smile.
Then, the whip involuntarily flew out.
When the whip flew out and grew larger, it turned into a huge octopus.
The eight tentacles of this octopus were horrifying; in the sky above, its body was at least several hundred zhang in size. The eight claws, in coordination with its body, spun rapidly and descended, completely intending to crush Yang Chen underneath.
Yang Chen looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes, and whispered in a low voice, "This is bad."
