Jiang Ping An noticed that the Golden Divine Ship was sailing away rather than toward him, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He had been worried that the ship would head straight for him. If it had, he would have left without hesitation.
In this cruel world, one could never gamble on whether others were good or evil.
As the old saying went, one must not harbor the intent to harm others, but one must always guard against being harmed by others.
Anyone capable of piloting such an advanced divine ship was certainly no ordinary person. If the other party wanted to seize this Fierce Beast, he would have had no power to resist.
Fortunately, the other party had no intention of taking the Fierce Beast.
However, Jiang Ping An did not completely relax. He deliberately stretched out the battle line and prolonged the fight.
As the battle dragged on, the humanoid octopus gradually became agitated. Flames kept scorching it, and the air filled with the scent of roasted octopus.
These injuries were not fatal, but the pain was unbearable.
Only someone who had been burned by fire could understand that feeling.
It did not want to waste any more time and continue injuring itself. It opened its foul-smelling mouth and spewed ink, shrouding an expanse of space.
Its ink contained special laws that could obscure the vision and Divine Sense of other living beings. Whether used for a sneak attack or escape, it was remarkably effective.
In an instant, Jiang Ping An's vision turned pitch-black, and the divine soul he had released was restricted, unable to spread very far.
"Whoosh~"
A tentacle shot out of the darkness. Like a giant python, it swiftly coiled around Jiang Ping An.
"Roar~"
The Abyssal Octopus roared excitedly. It had finally