Octopus shrieks rang out behind them, like pigs being slaughtered.
Everyone turned to look, only to see an even more gruesome scene: the octopuses' skin had turned bright red, their bodies sizzling and steaming with heat. They even blew themselves up, using the acid released by the explosions to corrode people.
Corrosive acid sprayed through the air. Many people nearby were drenched on the spot and died in agony with parts of their bodies eaten away. In severe cases, half their faces had been corroded, making for a horrifying sight.
Screams rang out without pause as the players defending the rear began dying in droves.
"Have these octopuses gone crazy?!"
Jack stared, dumbfounded. In all his years as a pirate, he had never seen octopuses go berserk like this!
"Get out of the way!" someone shouted urgently.
There was really no need to say it. With their lives threatened, every player at the rear fled immediately.
They could revive, but against such an enormous swarm of octopuses, dying once would hardly be the end of it. They would be killed again almost as soon as they revived. Who would dare stay?
Fortunately, the octopuses seemed to have little interest in those fleeing. They had gone berserk solely to force a path through.
Once those blocking their way scattered, the octopuses surged together toward the distant Grass Temple.
"They really are after that guy!"
Watching the berserk octopuses' behavior, Demon grew even more certain.
"What on earth did he do to the Octopuses to hold their aggro so firmly...?"
"He... seems to be speeding up toward the temple..."
"What exactly is he trying to do? What's in that temple?"
"Looks like something related to the octopuses..."
"He still isn't running? Does he want to die?"
With the octopuses' aggro shifted