Without anyone to support you, you have to rely on yourself.

Upon hearing his elder sister's reminder, Song Siyao affixed a Heavenly Fire Talisman to Li Guang and slashed at him with a sword that was accompanied by flames.

This time, the cross-section of the tentacles sizzled and emitted an appetizing aroma.

The tentacle actually fell down.

Lu Wanjian was already at his limit, but seeing this, he regained his energy and said, "Give me two more."

Song Siyao simply tossed a stack of them away.

"So extravagant?!"

Looking at the stack of priceless talismans in his hand, Lu Wanjian couldn't help but sigh despite the critical situation.

Song Siyao did not respond.

It was given to her by her older sister; she had no idea how much it cost.

Two people, one sword, one streak of fire.

A giant, viscous octopus crawled up the crack, looked at its severed and burned tentacles, and roared angrily.

The eerie sound, like that of a siren, made one's head buzz.

It was as if I could no longer hear it.

Song Tingwan covered her ears, but the eerie scream still pierced her mind.

Like tentacles that had been roasted and then reborn, this time the new tentacles were whiter and more tender. With a flick of its wrist, it swept up the two sword cultivators, including Song Tingwan who was standing next to it.

The three were trapped inside by the tentacles.

It was held up in front of the octopus's enormous eyes.

“…”

The howling stopped, and the octopus bared its teeth and claws, staring at the tiny people in its tentacles.

He picked them up one by one and looked at them.

"...Mmm...this smells good."

"This one smells good too."

"This has no taste, get lost."

Lu Wanjian was violently flung away by the tentacle and thrown heavily out.

Too fierce and too fast! Lu Wanjian fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs aching terribly.

Chu Tan flew over from who-knows-where, and seeing that the octopus didn't intend to pay attention to Lü Wanjian, he directly fed him a pill and ran away with him.

"Thank you so much."

As he spoke, blood gushed out.

Chu Tan stopped him, "Don't say anything, let's run."

They're not strong enough; they'll try to get as many as possible to escape.

Although it's not ideal to leave only the Song sisters behind, they can't be left to hold us back either.

Chu Tan was rather thin and was supporting another person.

The two practically scrambled away.

Over there, in front of the octopus, the tentacles bound the two of them, who were happily dancing around.

"...Smells good, I'm hungry—"

The giant beast seemed to have difficulty speaking, uttering words one by one.

Song Tingwan felt disgusted as she was bound by the slippery tentacles, her throat tightening and her face turning pale.

It looks acceptable from a distance, but being actually bound by this slippery thing is truly awful.

"Ah Yao, beat it up!"

Song Tingwan turned her head away in frustration, trying her best to avoid getting the sticky liquid on her face.

"Leaving the Light—"

Song Siyao had been observing for a long time with deep eyes.

Seeing his elder sister's displeased frown, he instantly withdrew his spirit and summoned his sword.

"Life is but a fleeting moment, yet a spark can ignite it."

"Fire Flame—"

She held the sword horizontally in front of her, and flames ignited as she brushed the blade with two fingers held together.

The heat was intense, making the tentacles binding her tighten.

The sword flashed with fire, slicing off the tentacles on Song Siyao and Song Tingwan.

Song Tingwan was helped to the side by Jinghong.

After standing still, she stiffly lowered her eyes, gritted her teeth, and cast a cleansing spell while looking at the slime covering her body.

It had no effect.

merciful.

Just like the blood of a demonic beast, it can only be cleaned up using special methods, right?

Song Tingwan gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, ignored the slime on her body, and took out a bunch of poison pills.

The colorful mist avoided Song Siyao and landed on the octopus.

The tentacle seemed to stiffen for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Siyao flicked her wrist and flew away.

Taking advantage of the octopus's momentary stiffness, the fire sword stabbed at its eye.

The sword energy of Li Guang was already like a flame, and with the addition of Fu Sheng's fire-style sword moves, Song Siyao was even worried that the power was not enough, so he pasted two Heavenly Fire Talismans on the hilt of the sword.

The blazing flames caught my eye.

The howling sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the tentacles danced wildly, as if trying to throw the culprit away.

But after poking the octopus's eyes, Song Siyao turned back to her sister and said, "Sister, go first, I'll beat it up."

How dare they dirty her older sister's fairy dress like this? She'll bake it!

Song Tingwan pouted and, without hesitation, ran towards the direction where Lü Wanjian had been thrown.

Seeing her leave, Song Siyao took to the air.

With mind and sword united, he sought to slay him.

But suddenly the giant beast began to spew ink, covering the sky and the earth like a torrential downpour.

Touching the ink would cause numbness, so Song Siyao withdrew his sword intent and erected a defensive shield to dodge.

As Song Tingwan ran into the distance, she looked up and instantly placed the Flowing Purple Lotus on her head.

With a thought, the teleportation array on the shimmering purple lotus umbrella sent her ten miles away.

Chu Tan and Lü Wanjian, who were protecting the group, saw the ink splattering everywhere and pulled out various magical treasures to barely block it.

"Still not far enough, let's continue retreating!"

Chu Tan's treasures have all been almost completely worn out here.

Lu Wanjian nodded in agreement, urging the crowd, who had just caught their breath, to run away as if their lives depended on it.

Until he met Song Tingwan.

Song Tingwan threw the shimmering purple lotus umbrella into the air, making it larger, and protected everyone as they escaped.

"Fellow Daoist Song, can you handle it? I've almost recovered. Should I go back and provide support?"

The blood on Lü Wanjian's clothes was still wet when he turned back to ask Song Tingwan with concern.

Song Tingwan watched her sister fight the tentacles from afar and shook her head, "Ayao is probably about to break through again."

Sometimes she admires her younger sister, who can grow and break through in battles no matter when or where.

Only then did Lü Wanjian have a chance to speak with Song Tingwan, "I felt something was wrong when I joined forces with Fellow Daoist Song just now. Is this the strength that a normal Mahayana cultivator should have?"

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