It Grew Larger, the Splitting Tentacles

The surrounding grass and trees withered as the essence in the area was absorbed by it. The Great Fiend Eye had clearly grown a little larger.

Seeing that I had escaped the shadows, and that their repeated attacks had done nothing to the Great Fiend Eye, Master and Daoist Qingshan also prepared to retreat. But at that moment, the Great Fiend Eye extended several more tentacles.

This time, however, there was a difference. The extended black-mist tentacles rapidly split a second, even a third time.

What had originally been only a few black-mist tentacles turned into twenty or thirty in the blink of an eye.

They were densely packed, each as thick as a chopstick, and even faster than before.

At that moment, they swept toward Master and Daoist Qingshan like an overwhelming spiderweb.

Master raised his brows and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Qingshan, fall back!"

As soon as he spoke, Master and Daoist Qingshan turned and rapidly retreated.

More than a dozen tentacles missed their targets, but they split again and shot straight at Master and the others...

Meanwhile, one of the black-mist tentacles was retracting, and it too split several times.

Master and the others were caught in a pincer attack, their way blocked.

The two of them were trapped in a confined area, left in a passive position and unable to break out...

"Damn it! Master and Senior Song are trapped."

"What do we do?"

"This eye is too sinister. It seems to be getting stronger and stronger. It's immune to everything—we can't help them either!"

"..."

Everyone became anxious, but all we could do was worry, because we were unable to help.

None of us dared to go over. Going over there was practically no different from courting death.

Just as everyone stood at a loss, watching