Abyssal Giant Demon Octopus Race

The darkness writhed through the ruins like a living thing, dyeing that stretch of water ever deeper. With a grating sound that set teeth on edge, like wet, greasy flesh rubbing against rock, several figures fully emerged from the ink-like shadows.

The one in the lead was actually a young man who looked no more than twenty. His upper body was bare, his skin a sickly pallor, yet he happened to have an almost bewitching face. If not for the cold, vicious gleam of a deep-sea predator that flashed through his eyes from time to time, one might almost have mistaken him for a handsome scholar who had walked out of some human sect.

Yet from his waist down, the sight abruptly turned strange and terrifying: eight pitch-black tentacles as thick as an adult's arm and several zhang long swayed silently in the seawater. The surface of each tentacle was covered in densely packed suckers, which were greedily opening and closing, their edges glowing with a purplish-black, corrosive ghostlight. Now and then, a few drops of mucus fell, and they ate sizzling pits into the reefs on the seabed.

This man was the second young master of the Abyssal Giant Demon Octopus Race, Mo Cheng, a Fourth-Rank Martial Venerable.

At this moment, one of his tentacles was nimbly coiled around the Azure Sea Dragon-Rising Pill, tossing it back and forth between his pale fingers. The glow of the dragon patterns on the emerald pill reflected over his bewitching face, making it flicker between light and shadow, giving off an indescribably sinister air.

"Give me back the Azure Sea Dragon-Rising Pill!"

Xiao Yi was so angry her little face turned red, her cheeks puffed up like a tiny pufferfish. She rushed forward two steps on bare feet, pointed her little finger