The one trapped was clearly unwilling to surrender. Not only did she refuse to answer Fu Qian's question, but she also struggled violently against the tentacles.
Unfortunately, the blow Fu Qian had set up for so long had clearly inflicted an injury she could barely withstand.
Amid a spray of blood, the body in the cage tore and swelled, exposing flesh patterned with a strange, shimmering beauty.
But the tentacles were tougher than anyone could have imagined. Even after the body swelled several times over, it only managed to force the grotesque cage open a little. The gap was nowhere near wide enough for her to escape.
Just as things seemed to reach a stalemate, the swollen body suddenly exploded, scattering into chunks of flesh no bigger than a fist.
The moment those chunks burst apart, they wriggled and twisted in midair, rapidly turning into bats.
The bats beat their wings and swarmed through the gaps between the tentacles.
That was her real means of escape.
Impressive!
Even Fu Qian couldn't help but admire such a move.
The tiny bats were incredibly fast. As soon as they slipped through the gaps in the tentacles, they shot off in every direction.
Each bat flew an erratic path, but they all had one thing in common: none of them looked back. They'd clearly given up the fight and were focused on getting away.
Under these circumstances, keeping them here would be extremely difficult.
Unfortunately, the next moment, their yearning for freedom sent them all crashing straight into an even larger net.
Sorry, but explosions and the like were also his specialty.
Fu Qian controlled the hundreds, then thousands, of tentacles, slowly drawing them toward the center until they formed an airtight net of flesh.
How could he let his guard down against