Yaya did not retreat, flying towards those tentacles.
The tentacles, with a diameter of two or three meters, were already incredibly huge.
Any thicker.
The astonishing weight and size would, instead, make them less agile and threatening than they are now.
Bang!
The incoming tentacle was torn apart by Yaya's striking claws.
The murky black blood mixed with flesh tissue fell.
Without waiting for other tentacles to come close, Yaya took the initiative to charge forward, mercilessly landing heavy blows.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen twisted tentacles were snapped.
The invincible Yaya, even without a scratch on her scales, roared with joy.
The struggling Devil's Thorn emerging from the ground, with hundreds of twisted eyes, stared deathly at Matthew and Yaya.
Unfortunately, its gaze had no lethality, and instead, Yaya directly sought it out.
Its combat form was grotesque and terrifying, like a dark green giant woven from countless thorns and wooden fibers.
