Zias was killed instantly? Of course not. That guy had done it on purpose.
The moment the blood-qi monster slashed off Zias's head, countless tentacles grew from the battle scythe in its hand and twisted wildly as they wrapped around it.
Black tentacles coiled around the blood-qi monster's left arm, shoulder, and head. When they touched its skin, a sizzling corrosion sounded, accompanied by signs of aging.
Zias's headless body rose from the ground. He bent one arm like a bow and assumed a charging stance. After gathering power for a brief moment, he reached toward the blood-qi monster from afar. Grayish-white tentacles surged forth alongside translucent psionic energy. The tentacles were clearly not hard, yet they now carried tremendous impact force.
Boom!
The blood-qi monster staggered back several steps. The tentacles growing from the scythe in its hand still wrapped around its body, preventing it from retaliating normally.
Zias's arms transformed into dark tentacles. He crossed his tentacle-transformed arms as if hugging his own shoulders, striking a strange and twisted pose.
After a brief pause, tentacles stabbed outward from Zias as their center. At some point, each tentacle had developed a mouth lined with countless fine teeth.
Flesh and blood splattered from the blood-qi monster's entire body. Although none of Zias's tentacles had touched it, it looked as though it had been gnawed.
That was Zias's defining trait. His several trump-card abilities were all slow to activate, but he never worried about an enemy escaping during that time or interrupting his attacks.
If they tried to escape, they would die horribly. Zias's abilities locked onto the target's life fluctuations. As long as they did not get especially far from him, fleeing was useless.
Trying to interrupt his attacks was even worse. Dark Revenge was Zias's specialty. While he was