Du Mo Kong did not attack them directly, but under the attacks of the other Tentacle Clan members, tentacle after tentacle lashed toward where the eight of them stood.
Each tentacle was like a rope reaching out from an endless Abyss, as though it carried the resentment to destroy the world.
Some tentacles were as thick as pillars supporting the heavens, sweeping down with the force to mow down thousands.
Some were covered in scales that gleamed with a cold light, like armor forged from meteorites beyond the heavens.
Others seemed to be covered in sharp barbs.
Tentacle after tentacle seemed capable of stretching and spreading without limit.
Some were filled with icy chill, as if they could freeze the entire world, while others burned hot enough to incinerate the eight wildernesses and four seas.
Seeing the incoming tentacles, Qiao Yingpei immediately ducked behind Wang Yang.
Wang Yang and Song Zhong had worked together and managed to protect Song Zhong. Wang Yang's strength was definitely far greater than what he had shown before.
Now, Senior Sister was focused on defense.
Compared with Pang Meng, who preferred killing and attacking, Wang Yang was clearly more dependable.
Almost at the same moment she dodged aside, two icy auras came from nearby.
They belonged to Song Zhong's two Nephew Disciples.
Right, those two were also at the ninth layer of the Knocking Immortal Realm.
But they were useless. In a place like this, only peerless Heavenly Prodigies could offer them any protection.
Hmm?
Suddenly, in the next instant, her eyes flew wide open as a figure charged out at high speed.
It was... Song Zhong!
Qiao Yingpei was utterly dumbfounded. Song Zhong, you're only at the first layer of the Knocking Immortal Realm. What are you rushing out for?
Were you rushing out