Blood Robe Old Ancestor merely took a breath, yet Qin Shaofeng felt as though he had become a completely different person.
Amid a series of furious roars, he seemed to turn into a lion with its fur standing on end, charging wildly left and right through the Octopus people. Wherever he passed, the Octopus people were torn to pieces in swathes.
All kinds of martial skills were unleashed in rapid succession.
Yet from Blood Robe Old Ancestor's continuous attacks, Qin Shaofeng vaguely discerned that while Blood Robe Old Ancestor was indeed powerful, he did not possess many truly formidable attack methods.
Perhaps because Qin Shaofeng's help had allowed him to catch his breath and caused his combat strength to soar once more, he had already rarely used those attack methods that had greatly puzzled Qin Shaofeng.
What puzzled him just as much were the actions of those Octopus people.
The Octopus people were clearly falling in droves, yet they showed no intention of retreating whatsoever.
Especially those enormous tentacles surrounding him—they left Qin Shaofeng utterly baffled.
For some unknown reason, the blood lotuses Blood Robe Old Ancestor had created to trap him continued circling around him. From time to time, they emitted waves of energy fluctuations that made even Qin Shaofeng's scalp prickle.
Any octopus tentacle that stretched over was instantly annihilated by the blood lotuses.
Yet even so, those tentacles continued extending toward him one after another, wave after wave.
"Could it be that I really am such a hot commodity? But this seems very abnormal. Why are these Octopus people willing to pay such a huge price just to capture me?" Qin Shaofeng quickly thought of another question.
Blood Robe Old Ancestor's reason for wanting to capture him was simple: he merely wanted a breakthrough in martial cultivation.