"Alright."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Iron Hammer immediately stepped forward and picked up the crystals from the ground one by one.
"Careful, something's approaching."
Suddenly, Blade Fanatic sharply raised his head and shouted at Iron Hammer.
The moment his words fell, the gray clouds began to churn.
Dozens of cloud tentacles pierced out from beneath the clouds. Each was as thick as a water bucket, their surfaces covered in suckers, with a pale, ghastly eye at the center of every sucker.
The tips of the tentacles split open, revealing mouths full of sharp teeth as they crazily lunged at Iron Hammer.
"You think you can deal with me?"
Iron Hammer stored the crystals in his Spatial Ring, then grinned.
With a single slap, he smashed the tentacles before him into powder.
But strangely, after the tentacles were smashed apart, the powder did not disperse. Instead, it gathered again and grew new tentacles—more than before.
"This thing can regenerate?"
Iron Hammer frowned and struck again.
But from then on, Iron Hammer fell into a dead loop.
Smashed apart, regenerated, even greater numbers.
Smashed apart, regenerated, even greater numbers.
Gradually, Iron Hammer's figure was completely surrounded by densely packed tentacles.
The tentacles were slowly tightening, and at an astonishing speed, as though they intended to trap Iron Hammer completely.
"Found it."
Blade Fanatic narrowed his eyes slightly, then swiftly attacked.
Terrifying blade qi plunged directly into the cloud layer beneath Iron Hammer's feet.
A muffled thud came from below the clouds, as if something soft and sac-like had been punctured.
The next moment, all the tentacles that had been tightening froze at once, then began to collapse. In the end, they turned into powder that scattered across the sky.
The gray clouds calmed, revealing a deep pit below.
At the bottom lay