Thick tentacles retreated beneath the water surface, and the turbulent waves gradually calmed.
Everyone hovered in mid-air, looking at the water below, their expressions grave, especially Orion Watson, whose face looked even more troubled.
He reached out and grabbed the trembling, twisting tentacle, pulled it out, and casually tossed it away. The next second, it was crushed into fragments by an invisible force.
Orion Watson glanced at his injury; the surrounding muscles were already shriveled like lifeless wood. It was clear that if he hadn't reacted quickly and swiftly sliced off the offensive tentacle, his Life Force might have been frantically consumed.
"What kind of magical beast is this? That it's so powerful that the three of us together can't defeat it?"
Wyrella Holt's eyes were heavy, and her heart was uneasy: "Although we can hurt it, its size is too enormous. The damage we cause is negligible, practically inconsequential..."
