Song Siyao slowed down, "There's something down there."
She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Lü Wanjian. "Fellow Daoist Lü, you stay here and provide support. I'll go down and check."
I have no choice but to go down.
Most of the cultivators on that spirit boat were medical or alchemy practitioners; none of them were capable of fighting.
Even with some defensive treasures on their bodies, they won't last long.
She couldn't stand idly by.
After saying that, Song Siyao vanished instantly, riding on the light.
Lu Wanjian reached out to stop him, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and rushed down in one breath.
Who cares? He's all alone anyway.
No worries.
Deep within the crack.
The water was as black as ink.
The fragments of the Suspended Pot Sect's spirit boat, roughly knee-high, lay scattered on the ground, but not a single person was in sight.
Song Siyao hovered at a height of three stories, looking down hesitantly.
Where are they?
Suddenly, the dark water surface began to ripple.
Something seemed to be struggling underwater.
Song Siyao's expression hardened, and he swooped down.
But she cautiously avoided touching the lake water. The light flew from her feet back into her hand, and she restrained her sword energy as she slashed down into the water.
The gentle, wind-like sword energy cleaved through a portion of the inky liquid.
Chu Tan, bound by tentacles, was revealed, struggling incessantly.
The ink in front of him was finally removed, and Chu Tan stared wide-eyed at Song Siyao for help.
It smelled fishy and foul, and the tentacles looked extremely disgusting.
After Song Siyao swiftly severed the tentacles, several segments were still wriggling, causing her to frown.
Luckily, I didn't bring my older sister down with me.
"Cough cough cough—"
Are you alright?
Before she landed, Chu Tan took out a flying artifact and used it to fly up.
Over there, Lü Wanjian caught up and looked at the two of them, asking, "What's going on down there? Where are the others?"
After Chu Tan finished coughing, he swallowed a pill while clutching his throat, then shook his head violently at them, his hoarse voice anxiously saying, "There's a giant octopus down there, and many people are drowning in the ink."
It was only a blink of an eye before Chu Tan was rescued. Song Siyao nodded and continued to control the sword energy, splitting the ink stains.
Lu Wanjian and Chu Tan were busy rescuing the person who was bound and had their mouth and nose covered. As the tentacles were severed piece by piece, Song Siyao suddenly raised his eyes and coldly said:
"Walk--"
As soon as the words were spoken, countless disgusting, sticky tentacles suddenly sprang out from beneath the ink, pulling the person who had just been rescued back inside.
This time, the suction cups on the tentacles sucked the person dry.
All flesh and blood were gone, leaving only white bones stained with blood and flesh.
"..."
Chu Tan was being carried by Song Siyao; he was one of the few people rescued by the two sword cultivators.
He turned around and saw many of his fellow disciples dying with screams in agony, his eyes glazed over and about to burst.
"...It smells so good."
"It smells good...it's delicious!"
A soft murmur came from below. Song Siyao and Lü Wanjian, carrying a string of people in their hands, suddenly flew upwards, intending to leave.
But what lies underground will not grant them their wishes.
A rumbling sound rang out.
A gigantic creature was writhing underground, the cracks were widening, and rubble and people were constantly falling from above.
Song Siyao and Lü Wanjian flew upwards at full speed, but just as they were about to reach the top, a swift tentacle reached out and tried to tear them apart.
"fragrant…"
A colossal creature slowly crawled out of the ground, murmuring the word "fragrance." A terrifying aura emanated from the depths, causing the low-level cultivators' legs to buckle and nearly rendering them unable to move.
Song Siyao drew his sword and slashed, severing the tip of the giant tentacle, which could regenerate in an instant.
Without Song Siyao's protection, Chu Tan and the others fell downwards. Seeing the situation, Chu Tan took out a handful of Heavenly Fire Talismans and scattered them around, burning his tentacles. Then, he took the opportunity to use his treasure to drag his fellow disciples who were holding him back into the fall.
He, who was also a burden, held the treasure and tried his best to fly to the side.
He's just a pill refiner, run!
Don't delay Song Siyao and the others from dealing with that terrifying thing.
The regenerated tentacles attacked Song Siyao again from behind, but Chu Tan didn't let them go either.
Smaller tentacles crawled up from the edge of the crack in the ground, and were about to block the path of Chu Tan and Lü Wanjian, who was carrying a string of people.
Suddenly, a light green ribbon flew towards them. Song Tingwan, standing at the edge of the crevice, shouted at them, "Come—"
Chu Tan and the others rushed forward regardless of everything.
Jinghong transformed into celestial silkworm silk, severing the pursuing tentacles.
At the same time, Chu Tan and Lü Wanjian, carrying a group of people, fell down next to Song Tingwan.
"I'll go help her," Lu Wanjian told Song Tingwan before turning to join the battle.
Song Siyao fought against the giant tentacles with a single sword strike. By the time Lü Wanjian arrived, the number of tentacles had gradually increased from one.
After checking on Chu Tan and the others, Song Tingwan looked at her younger sister with concern.
"Jinghong, go help."
The tentacles are numerous and troublesome; they regenerate after being severed, and if you cut them, they will spray ink, which can cause temporary paralysis if it gets on your body.
Song Siyao shook her hand. Fortunately, Jinghong had tightly bound one of her tentacles, otherwise she would have been slapped away.
"Jinghong, go back and protect your elder sister."
After Song Siyao finished speaking, the gorgeous turquoise ribbons froze in mid-air, as if unsure of who to listen to.
"go!"
After being yelled at, Jinghong blocked two tentacles from Ayao and then drifted back to her master's side.
It rubbed against its owner's hand, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Song Tingwan stroked it. "Ayao was just worried about me, she didn't mean to dislike you."
The battle was fierce over there. She said to Chu Tan, who had recovered somewhat, "You guys should leave quickly, it's not safe here."
Before Ayao and the others emerged from the third earthquake, the entire town had been reduced to ruins.
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