A gray-blue tentacle slammed down on a house. Its sturdy stone walls were as fragile as a child's building blocks before it. They collapsed into a heap of rubble.
Pan Long had already moved before it could strike him.
The center of Holy Silver Town was now a field of shattered walls, looking even more like a ruin than cities abandoned for years.
Bodies lay scattered across the wreckage. Every one was withered and shriveled, like a mummy from a Jin pyramid.
There were soldiers who had guarded this place, Holy Servants who had prayed devoutly, wealthy residents and servants who had lived nearby, and townspeople who had come to watch the commotion... But now they were all the same: dried corpses amid the ruins.
The enormous Tentacle Monster had drained every drop of their blood.
After drinking the blood of so many people, the Tentacle Monster had grown taller than the houses. It waved dozens of tentacles, casting a vast shadow across the ground like a towering tree that formed a forest by itself, or a dark cloud that had descended almost to the earth.
Within that shadow, Pan Long held his Long Halberd and fended off the tentacles closing in from every side.
His body was tiny beside those tentacles, yet every swing of his Long Halberd drove one back. That unremarkable-looking frame held strength beyond imagination.
From a distance, the residents of Holy Silver Town watched the battlefield uneasily. Countless eyes fixed on the figure so insignificant beside the Tentacle Monster. Though they knew the odds were poor, they still hoped for a miracle.
The soldiers were braver. They brought bows and heavy crossbows from the armory and fired from afar, hoping to help. But arrows and bolts alike struck the Tentacle Monster's gray-blue body with a