In that place blanketed by what seemed like cursed mist, the dense fog was like an impregnable solid barrier, trapping Wang Xian, Mu Li, and his subordinates tightly in a desperate situation.
As far as the eye could see, there was only chaos, as if they had entered a terrifying world cut off from the outside.
At this moment, those tentacles were like frenzied black pythons breaking free from the abyss of Hell, writhing and coiling wantonly through the air.
Their bodies were thick and twisted, each swing carrying a bone-chilling force that churned the surrounding air into chaos.
Their piercing howls followed the tentacles' movements like the roars of evil ghosts from Nine Nether Hell, drilling straight into everyone's ears and leaving them horrified, their spines turning cold.
The tentacles exuded a nauseating stench of decay. With every swing, the surrounding space was instantly permeated by the foul odor, as though even the air had become filthy, making them nearly suffocate, as if they stood in a Purgatory piled high with rotting corpses.
Suddenly, an eerie, icy fluctuation quietly spread through the air, like a boulder cast into a still lake.
The tentacles that had already been baring their fangs and claws seemed to receive some crazed and evil command, instantly becoming even more violent.
With an overwhelming force, like a surging black tide, they launched a frenzied assault at Wang Xian, Mu Li, and his subordinates.
Mu Li's subordinates had already been seriously wounded before this. Blood continued to seep from their wounds, staining their robes red.
Now, facing the tentacles flooding down from every direction, their eyes were filled with terror and despair, their bodies trembling violently and uncontrollably under the grip of fear.
Though they desperately swung their magical treasures, trying to fend off the tentacles