A mighty dragon's roar rang out. A huge dragon's tail whipped across the Octopus Monster, sending its rotting flesh flying. That was only a tiny loss for such a colossal creature, but what astonished everyone was that a cultivator could face it head-on.
The Octopus Monster seemed to sense something. Its immense body began to contract, shrinking from a mountain-sized mass until it was still a hundred zhang across. Even so, Meng Ke knew he was no match for it.
A gigantic Black Dragon circled in the sky, as if searching for the undying octopus's weakness.
The tentacles beneath the Octopus Monster multiplied, waving in a dense mass as though to protect it. But they had another purpose. All at once, countless tentacles snapped off, and black liquid streamed from them. A layer of Black Qi, like the darkness of an eternal night, floated above the liquid.
The Black Qi had a powerful devouring nature. Fragments of magic treasures, trees, and everything else still clinging to the tentacles, not yet dissolved, were swallowed by the black gas in an instant. They turned directly into black matter that slowly sank, dissolving the ground beneath it. As the Black Qi devoured more of the earth, the ground turned into a swamp, rotting away as clumps of black sludge churned and spread in every direction.
Meng Ke shot into the air and saw that the ground below had become a boundless swamp without him noticing. Countless wisps of Death Qi bubbled up from the muck. Looking out, he saw what seemed to be a pot of foul porridge boiling over. The Octopus Monster was terrifying. If it unleashed this divine ability in a densely populated area, who knew how many living beings it would swallow?
Countless clumps of black mud spun, then gathered