"Clang—" No one had expected that the soft, pliable tentacles would suddenly become as hard as steel. Ju Nanyi, exerting all his strength, brought his sword down only to hear a loud collision as the blade snapped into two pieces.
However, the sword in Ju Nanyi's hand was no ordinary sword; it was a magic artifact from Qiandao Temple. Though now broken, it still emitted a dazzling blue light, the energy within the sword fiercely bursting forth due to the fracture, inadvertently unraveling the monster's binding over Yin He.
Yin He, now free to move, didn't care that his limbs were still numb and immediately summoned up a billow of black smoke around him. This smoke was even denser than the monster's, ink-like in its thickness. With all his strength unleashed, he staggered towards the black monster.
