"Jade Parrot Sword" was never a swordsmanship designed to handle such creatures.
Pei Ye withdrew his gaze as the howling wind approached again, and he readied a stable stance with his longsword, but just as he was about to engage, his heart and lungs tightened—this time the force was undoubtedly beyond what he could face head-on.
The exquisite control at the pinnacle of mastery once again manifested here. Pei Ye pressed his longsword against the body of the python-like monster, agilely leveraging it to swing up, but in the next moment, the tentacle coils back around, and another tentacle had already reached his body suspended in mid-air.
It was indeed like a web of intertwining tree roots forming a suffocating cage. The youth could neither break through the tough scaled flesh nor escape the snaking, contorted shapes, seemingly trapped with no way out.
Yet, at this critical juncture, Pei Ye did nothing and instead turned his head to look at the summit of the high platform.
