Zheng Qing had no time to concern himself with Old Yao's ease.
He was devoting thirty percent of his attention to casting the Binding Spell. Streams of scarlet magic flowed from his ring into his palm, climbing along his fingers like vines before transforming into bright green spell-light that poured forth, weaving a massive green net through the void and ensnaring the bizarre magical creatures fleeing madly in every direction.
The remaining seventy percent of his focus was fixed on the Dimension Line Gap from which the creatures had emerged.
He remembered clearly.
The memorandum had explicitly noted the words "Big Octopus," yet among the monsters that had fallen into the lower dimension, there might have been a few octopuses, but they were far too small. There were also several large ones, but none resembled an octopus.
So he did not dare relax in the slightest.
No one knew how much time passed.
The gap suddenly darkened. The magical creatures that had been pouring out like a swarm of bees abruptly vanished. Without anyone needing to tell him, Zheng Qing easily realized that the creatures had not disappeared. Rather, something "big" was coming through, plugging up the Dimension Line Passage.
It was like a shot put landing on a stretched, taut sheet of fabric.
The space around the gap bulged outward in its entirety. An incomparably enormous shadow slowly "squeezed" through the rift. Just the half of its body that had emerged made Zheng Qing feel sick, as though his mind had been contaminated—he felt that the reason he had described this creature as an "octopus" in his notes was probably because it possessed several tentacles resembling an octopus's. Yet aside from those tentacles, it also had slimy skin covered in constantly shifting colors, along with black eyeballs scattered across