A massive collision force came from the tentacle, with a red mist emanating from it. Zhao Xing instinctively held his breath, yet his qi-blood continued to surge vigorously, a wave of bloodthirsty slaughter crashing straight into his mind.
"Bang!"
Zhao Xing stepped on Cloud Step, activating the Span of a Step to the Horizon, his entire being exploded into mist.
He first evaded the impact of this bloodthirsty slaughter and then slipped through the arch-like encirclement formed by eighteen tentacles.
"Bang!"
The tentacles seemed to have countless dense tiny tendrils, in the shape of blood-red dragons, rushing towards Zhao Xing.
It had its way of dealing with big opponents, and tricks for smaller ones!
"Death Replacement Grass Man!"
In the very moment of being surrounded, Zhao Xing completed a rule jump.
In the next second, a grassman avatar was crushed and then swept underground by the hemispherical bloody barrier formed by the eighteen tentacles.
