Roar!
The Chaos Lord let out an incomparably muffled screech, and hundreds of tentacles swept toward Xu Changqing at once.
The mouths at the tips of the tentacles all opened wide, fangs glinting coldly amid the grayish-white Chaos mist.
At the same time, the other four Chaos Lords were drawn by the commotion here and swiftly surged over after changing direction.
Five Chaos Lords.
Thousands of tentacles.
Densely packed compound eyes.
Their pressure was simply enough to blot out the sky and cover the earth.
Such overwhelming pressure made the dozens of survivors retreat wildly without thinking, until even their breathing stalled.
Yet Xu Changqing did not retreat. He turned to Zhang Zaizhi and said, "Elder Zhang, take them back to a safe distance."
His tone was utterly calm, as though he were merely assigning some commonplace task.
Zhang Zaizhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only nodded heavily.
He took Ruo Qunshuang, Linglong, and Qingyao with him. Light blazed beneath his feet as he flew at top speed toward the Spirit Plant Bureau's camp.
Ruo Qunshuang was dragged backward through the air, but her gaze remained nailed to Xu Changqing.
Linglong clutched the Glazed Glass Lamp at her waist tightly, staring without blinking at that solitary figure standing before five colossal monsters in the distance.
Qingyao pressed her lips together, not knowing what to say.
The next second, Xu Changqing moved.
He faced the first Chaos Lord head-on.
Divine Ability.
Summon Wind and Rain.
Both palms struck out, green wind in his left hand and dark rain in his right.
Where the green wind passed, the Chaos mist was forcibly torn to shreds, while the bony scales covering the tentacles were scraped open by wind blades, leaving deep cracks behind.
The dark rain