Chapter 1089: Chapter 1091: Tentacles_1 Chapter 1089: Chapter 1091: Tentacles_1 Song Jian saw the giant eye within the magma and was also startled; if the eye was this enormous, how colossal must the body of the Fla King be?
Without ti to think further, Song Jian swung his sword toward the surface of the lake. At this mont, Thousand Swords Art was still on cooldown, so this sword attack was rely ordinary Sword Qi, though it still carried the effect of Sword Qi shaping form.
A massive platinum tiger roared as it charged towards the surface of the Magma Lake, colliding with the giant eye amidst howls, and a critical damage figure of over ten thousand points floated up from the surface of the Primordial Sea, causing hundreds of ters around to explode with a thunderous boom as if countless depth charges had been dropped.
A colossal figure slowly floated up from within the magma, and Song Jian’s body shuddered. He quickly tried to flee from the area shrouded by the dark shadow beneath his feet.
Boom, boom, boom~
A thick, fiery tornado rose from the surface of the Primordial Sea. The fire tornado was more than fifty ters in diater and over a hundred ters tall, standing before Song Jian like a skyscraper.
The body of this fire tornado was covered in countless black and brown tentacles that continuously extended and contracted, dense and nurous enough to make it sowhat nauseating to behold.
The Fla King had fully awakened, blocking Song Jian’s path forward. One swollen, angry eye focused on Song Jian in midair, exuding a crushing pressure that seed to solidify the surrounding air. Song Jian felt like a bug trapped in sap, the pressure from all sides making him feel powerless to struggle.
“Is this the strength of a third-order combat power peak, a level 120 King Boss?” There was a trace of bitterness on Song Jian’s face, but it was too early to give up. With a thought, a clear sound of a dragon’s roar echoed.
A shadow of an Eastern Giant Dragon appeared on the surface of Song Jian’s body, enveloping his entire figure with claws bared and teeth showing.
Withering and Flourishing Azure Dragon Sword Body!
This was Song Jian’s trump card, an ability he wouldn’t use unless it was absolutely necessary. The shadow of the Azure Dragon floated beside Song Jian, moving vigorously. At first glance, one might think it was a real dragon, while Song Jian’s own figure seed sowhat insignificant in comparison.
Song Jian’s Vitality Points surged slightly, and the speed of his Vitality Point regeneration increased significantly. Most importantly, Song Jian had mastered the power of withering.
Pointing towards the Fla King, a grey Qi shot out like a slender arrow, striking the massive body of the Fla King. The scorching red flas instantly gained a layer of pale grey aura, significantly reducing the Fla King’s speed;
In reality, the Fla King’s body was enormous, and the fiery tornado that erged from the Primordial Sea was clearly not its entire body. Countless tentacles kept reaching out from the bottom of the Primordial Sea. Its movent speed was already slow, but it had too many arms. These tentacles occupied an area of several hundred ters, leaving no chance for Song Jian, who planned to escape to the other side. Only by slowing down these tentacles did he have the opportunity to weave through them.
Observing the arms that suddenly slowed down, Song Jian glanced at the Sky-breaking Sword in his right hand, his mind racing: “If I use Sword Flight Art, could I fly through these arms?”
It was known that Sword Flight Art was incredibly fast, far quicker than Steel Feather Wings or Fla Light Wings, but it had a flaw: while it was extrely fast in straight-line flight, it was not adept at close-range maneuvers. Using Sword Flight Art amidst hundreds of the Fla King’s arms could likely result in a collision with one of them.
However, with a 35% reduction in the speed of the arms’ movents, Song Jian, being cautious, should be able to avoid such a scenario. The only drawback was that while using Sword Flight Art, Song Jian would be completely unable to attack, as he had only one sword.
“Damn it. After this mission is over, I must find myself a flying sword!” gritted Song Jian with determination: “I swear!”
The effect of the Withering Power lasted only a minute. Song Jian thought for less than a second and decided to take the risk!
The Sky-breaking Sword automatically flew beneath Song Jian’s feet, and he rushed forward as if riding on a jet-propelled skateboard.
Arms reached out towards Song Jian, but their speed had significantly decreased, looking as if an aged elder was weakly attempting to swat away the incessantly buzzing flies in front of him.
“Fifteen degrees to the left front, be careful to dodge that arm nearby…”
“Ascend thirty degrees and fly ten ters, pass through between the two arms in front…”
As Song Jian charged into these arms, the robot head he held in his left hand, Nafiboja, suddenly spoke up. It too had noticed the anomaly, and through extensive calculations, directed Song Jian on how to dodge the oncoming arms.
Every ti, the robot Nafiboja predicted the movents of the arms about three seconds in advance, giving Song Jian ample reaction ti, which made passing through these arms much easier.
Three hundred ters, two hundred ters, one hundred ters…
Song Jian was getting closer and closer to the opposite shore of the Primordial Sea. The eyes of the robot Nafiboja’s head glead brighter and brighter, displaying a number that constantly changed. This number represented the probability of successfully crossing the Primordial Sea, and it was steadily increasing.
Eighty ters, fifty ters, thirty ters…
Song Jian’s Sword Qi Value continued to deplete as he made slight directional changes among the arms ablaze with flas. The Sword Flight Art was too fast; if the direction changed too drastically while flying, he could easily crash headfirst into the Primordial Sea or bump into the arms beside him.
The arms, covered with wrinkles and scales, bore palm-sized suction cups on their surface. Any collision would lead to being firmly sucked in by these suction cups, making escape impossible.
Twenty ters, ten ters, five ters…
The opposite shore of the Primordial Sea was now within reach when suddenly, three tentacles as thick as an adult’s arm sprang from the bottom of the sea, with incredible speed.
These smaller tentacles didn’t seem to be affected by the Withering Power. Song Jian couldn’t react in ti before they tightly coiled around his right leg, pulling him forcefully toward the sea’s bottom.
Song Jian’s heart sank. He swung his left hand forward violently, throwing the remaining head of the robot Nafiboja to the opposite shore. Watching the robotic head smash onto the rocks, sparking a big cluster of sparks and rolling several ters before halting, he felt a wave of relief.
But soon, Song Jian’s attention was captured by the three tentacles continuously pulling at him. Their strength wasn’t great; at least they couldn’t utterly overpower Song Jian and drag him into the magma of the Primordial Sea.
“If these were the Fla King’s tentacles, I wouldn’t possibly have any strength to resist…” Thoughts raced through Song Jian’s mind, and he imdiately realized that although the Primordial Sea was the Fla King’s lair, it certainly contained more than just this one BOSS.
Song Jian slashed his sword at the three tentacles, which felt as elastic as rubber and difficult to cut quickly. The duration of the Withering Power was also running out, and although the tentacles couldn’t pull him into the Primordial Sea, he couldn’t break free for the mont.
With that thought, Song Jian gritted his teeth and activated the Fla Light Wings, plunging down toward the Primordial Sea. Soon, his figure was subrged by the sea’s magma.
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