Metal clashed with a piercing shriek, brilliant sparks bursting in clusters. For an instant, Pei Ye felt as though a toppling mountain had struck him. His arms shuddered painfully, and his airborne posture was thrown into disarray.
But even as he swallowed the blood in his throat, Pei Ye gritted his teeth and poured all his strength and True Qi into his sword. Everything was collapsing; only Mountain Feather remained steady, as though welded in place. Its edge braced against the long tentacle thundering past, pressing down with all his might.
Just one breath later, the metallic shriek abruptly became the sound of slicing leather. Dark blue blood burst into the air; the sword had cut nearly halfway through.
Pei Ye thus confirmed that there were indeed no bones inside this thing. Blood splashed into his face, lingering on his skin only briefly before swiftly seeping beneath it, becoming fresh support for Mountain Feather in his hand.
Wounded, the long tentacle immediately sprang away, swept through a sharp circle, and came back around, enclosing the boy at a distance.
Another tentacle had already risen sinuously from below.
Pei Ye glanced down and landed midway up the towering platform. Holding two fingers together, he slowly wiped the remaining blood from the Sword Body, from top to bottom.
Once again, he faced an enemy whose strength could not be defined by human cultivation realms.
No True Qi, only overwhelming, irresistible strength, tough scales difficult to break, and twelve slender limbs more than a hundred feet long. The only thing Pei Ye could be certain of was that even with all his strength, he might not be able to sever a single tentacle.
[Endowed Fortune] had not worked as he had hoped, either.
It was different from when he had faced Yi Nandai.