It was an octopus tentacle, surging suddenly from the ground, writhing in mid-air.
Tang Zhong watched in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock.
"This... how is this even possible?!"
It was indeed an octopus tentacle, and if there was a tentacle, then there had to be an octopus, hidden underground.
Beneath the North Sea, such a peculiar creature actually existed.
Tang Zhong thought the tentacle might swing down and strike at him, but what he imagined never happened. The tentacle merely swayed in the air without any sign of attacking, as if it was just trying to frighten him into leaving.
Even so, Tang Zhong remained cautious.
The tentacle didn't move; he didn't move either.
"Leave here, leave here!"
