A vast swamp stretched out before them, the air thick with the stench of decay. Countless puddles could be seen on the ground, while loud peals of thunder rolled across the sky. Thick bolts of silver lightning tore through the firmament and struck downward.
The Ice Lion floated in midair, with Ye Yuhuan and the others standing on the deck, their expressions varied.
Upon closer inspection, the left side of the Ice Lion was caved in, clearly damaged.
On the ground lay an octopus covered entirely in yellow. Its body was riddled with wounds, and it swung eighteen thick tentacles, lashing them toward Ye Yuhuan and the others.
Ye Yuhuan formed a hand seal, and the phantom image of a woman above her head sprayed out a beam of silver light that struck the yellow octopus, eliciting a shrill, miserable screech.
A rumble of thunder rang out. A silver pillar of lightning a hundred zhang in diameter descended from the heavens and struck the yellow octopus, instantly drowning it in silver thunder light.
Ye Yuhuan raised her right hand, sending a massive pair of scissors flashing with green light shooting out. Their surface bristled with countless green arcs of electricity as they flew straight toward the silver thunder light.
With a muffled boom, a miniature octopus had barely emerged from the body before it was enveloped by a surge of silver rosy cloud and swept into a silver jade vial, vanishing without a trace.
The thunder light dispersed, revealing the yellow octopus lying motionless on the ground. Its head had rolled away, and its blood stained the earth red.
Ye Yiyan and several other clansmen flew down to the ground and cut open the yellow octopus's body. A large pile of items spilled out.
A glinting black object caught Ye