"Ah, boss, it's dead," said the Tang Family Scout squatting on the ground.
The water channel has been severed, and thick tentacles emitting blood in every direction were twitching on the ground. Emitting sizzling white smoke before finally turning into a shriveled black substance.
The main body of the tentacles was a giant Octopus Monster, whose head, over two meters wide, had three holes pierced through it.
One hole in each eye, and then one on its fontanel.
As the saying goes, two shots to the chest, one to the head, not even a god could survive that.
Sword wounds are actually more lethal, especially this kind of horrific sword wound that penetrates through, thick as a child's arm.
The damage was not only external; it had used curse power to utterly disrupt the insides—
"Oh, of course, those Martial Artists call it, 'Sword Intent.'"
Tang Rou walked over and smacked her First Rank "Scout" on the forehead, muttering lowly, "Get lost, don't jinx me."
