Ling Zhenfei threw two punches at the water's surface, causing it to splash everywhere, but still eliciting no reaction; it was as if the monster had already fallen asleep.
After thinking for a moment, Ling Zhenfei rushed toward the other side of the river, and just as he crossed the water, a long tentacle suddenly emerged from below, like the arm of an octopus, and wrapped toward him.
Ling Zhenfei had always thought that yesterday's big fish would bite him, but without any defense, his ankle was swiftly seized by the tentacle, its immense power pulling him inward.
If he got dragged underwater, that would be disastrous; who knew how many monsters lay beneath? He could immediately drop into the open mouth of a big fish lurking below.
Ling Zhenfei's heart screamed out, luckily, he was prepared earlier with Northern Spiritual Energy, and he punched the tentacle with his ready fist.
Boom!
Blood splattered, and the tentacle was instantly pulverized by Ling Zhenfei's strike.
