"So, still haven't thought of your last words?"
The Evil Eye Tyrant looked at the silent Chen Ping, a flicker of longing passing through its eye.
"In that case, once I've eaten all your brains, I might as well give my opinion of your taste as your epitaph..."
Looking at Chen Ping standing motionless, seemingly stunned, and recalling how he had even broken free of its mental illusion, the Evil Eye Tyrant could no longer hold back. It discarded the Greater Devouring Dragon's skull, which it had picked clean, and lashed its silvery-white tentacles toward Chen Ping!
Yet Chen Ping seemed to have been waiting for this very moment. The instant all sixteen of the Evil Eye Tyrant's tentacles began to lash out, Chen Ping finally moved.
He merely raised an index finger and pointed at the sky, making no other movement.
But the Evil Eye Tyrant was highly sensitive, and it immediately sensed something was wrong.
Instinctively, it roused its Spiritual Power to unleash a Soul Skill.
But it discovered that it could do nothing. Its body could not move, and even its Spiritual Power seemed to have solidified.
More terrifying still, it finally realized something was wrong with its own body. An inexplicable chill had spread throughout it at some unknown point, pinning it in place.
Cold Binding Seal!
"Ah!"
A shriek burst from the Evil Eye Tyrant as it struggled desperately, trying to break free of this terror.
In theory, even though the target of Chen Ping's Cold Binding Seal was an Evil Eye Tyrant that had just expended enormous amounts of Soul Power and Spiritual Power on an attack, the immobilization probably would not last longer than a second.
The problem was that, in a battle at Chen Ping's level, less than a second of immobilization