The wildly dancing tentacles filled the entire space. Under such an intense attack, nearby beasts that took flight suffered greatly as they were entangled, strangled, and devoured by the tentacles. Their bodies merged with the tentacles at the cellular level, forming disgusting lumps upon the tentacles. These corpses could not serve as nutrients for the tentacle monster since the creature lacked life itself; it had no physiological functions, no metabolism, no circulation... It was, fundamentally, no different from a typhoon or an earthquake, merely a "phenomenon." This act of consumption was utterly meaningless.
No matter how skilled Wang Qi was in geometry, he could not rush through without coming into contact with the tentacles. Therefore, he had to fight.
