Just as he was getting into the slaughter.
Qi Wu suddenly stopped.
Standing amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he raised his head.
His gaze went straight toward the mountain peak.
Toward the two figures there.
Across dozens of miles.
Through layer upon layer of the Demon Tide.
His gaze landed precisely on the Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King.
Then he stuck his tongue out at the Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King in blatant provocation.
His smile held a hint of mockery and playful amusement.
[Annoyance points +100]
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King's expression darkened.
"He's spotted us."
Thirteen was stunned.
"How is that possible? We're so far away, and the demonic aura is obscuring us-"
"How could he possibly spot us?"
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King did not answer.
He simply stared fixedly at that white-clad figure.
"Thirteen."
"Yes?"
"Go test him."
Thirteen froze.
"Me?"
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King looked at him, his deathly pale eyes filled with cold menace.
"What? Afraid?"
"Didn't your Mandala Society say you were willing to brave fire and water for the Demons' great cause?"
"Now's your chance."
Thirteen gritted his teeth.
He knew the Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King was testing him.
And testing Qi Wu's strength as well.
But he had no right to refuse.
"As you command."
He leaped off the mountain peak.
In midair, his body began to transform!
Deep purple spiritual energy surged out of his body, forming six tentacles of spiritual energy behind him!
A sinister eye opened at the tip of each tentacle!
Those eyes had no pupils, only endless purple.
This was his ability.
[Spirit-Eye Tentacles]
It could unleash all kinds of powerful Spiritual Power skills.
The more tentacles and eyes there were, the stronger the skills became.
Six tentacles.
Six eyes.