"These damned things!"
Trapped by the silver-gray tentacles, all Zhou Bao's tendons and meridians and the Mysterious Divine Light were frozen by the strange chill. He was unable to move, completely halted. A harsh light with shrilling hisses shot straight towards the space between his eyebrows.
"Good!" Zhou Bao's face was overcast. A white light suddenly appeared behind him. In the light, his glass-like Natal Sword headed for the sky. A dark red Sword Qi shot out from between his eyebrows to meet the harsh light.
"SWISH!"
The moment his Sword Qi hit the harsh light, it dissolved. The Sword Qi burst into several small Sword Qi fragments, forming a crimson sword blade storm. It broke the barriers between spaces, and then returned to the present world.
The blade storm expanded, cutting all the tentacles that trapped him into pieces.
