Empty-Handed

As the Colossal Squid was attacked for longer and longer,

it realized that no matter how hard it tried, it simply could not escape.

With its pitiful intelligence, it had no way of understanding why it had been living peacefully here,

only for these guys to come and harass it so often—and today, they had even brought such a terrifying enemy.

Ye Yuan had long since ordered Cold Blood not to harm the other pets.

So Cold Blood's target was only the food in front of it, which no longer had much fighting strength left.

With the three little ones joining in,

the poor Colossal Squid lasted only a few minutes before Cold Blood severed all of its tentacles.

Without its most threatening tentacles, the Colossal Squid had completely lost its ability to resist.

Seeing this, Ye Yuan also wanted to let his pets vent their anger properly.

So he called Cold Blood back and stood to one side, watching the pets viciously attack the Colossal Squid.

The little ones were having a blast.

Tiger and Big White in particular actually started playing soccer in the sea.

They knocked the Colossal Squid back and forth. Without its tentacles to help it, poor Mr. Squid could only resign itself to fate.

After being tortured for a full thirty minutes,

the enormous creature that had been so imposing just moments ago crashed onto the sand in the deep sea.

As the Colossal Squid fell, it also marked the end of this slaughter.

Ye Yuan had thought that after helping his pets vent their anger, he would be ready to head back.

Unexpectedly, Big White and the others led him toward the patch of seabed sand where the Colossal Squid had been earlier.

Because of the thick layer of sand, Ye Yuan's perception