Chapter 3912 — The Dreaded Tentacle
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"Tch! So this really is a place where even a Core Formation expert can lose his life. I still don't know what that thing down there actually looks like, but it's certainly a nasty piece of work!" Watching the crimson tentacle shoot toward him, Wei Zhao's heart went cold.
He was suspended in midair, unable to change speed or adjust direction—the moment of greatest helplessness. If that crimson tentacle seized him, or worse, dragged him down into the Half-Moon Lake, then given his strength there could be only one outcome: certain death.
Yet Wei Zhao had taken nothing for granted; he had prepared long in advance. Throughout the hour he had spent observing the giant spirit beast's patterns of movement, he had never been idle, quietly gathering power for a trump card strong enough to answer it.
In that split second, the top-grade true-qi bomb he had been charging all along flew from his hand and slammed down head-on.
Boom! After a somewhat muffled detonation, the lake surface gradually fell calm—and staring at the scene beneath his feet, even Wei Zhao stood a long while with his mouth agape.
The last time he had used a top-grade true-qi bomb against Nan Tianyong, the commotion had shaken the entire market district. He had expected the same effect this time, but to his surprise, the bomb's blast against the crimson tentacle amounted to no more than a stone dropped into a pond—it merely set the surface of Half-Moon Lake trembling slightly. Nothing more.
What stunned Wei Zhao even more was that though the crimson tentacle had taken his top-grade true-qi bomb dead-on, the result was nothing but a momentary check to its movement. It did not even bear a scratch; it remained crimson and sleek, lively as ever.
What a terrifying thing! Dread filled Wei Zhao's heart. An existence that even a top-grade true-qi bomb could not handle was far beyond his capacity—any thought of trading blows with it was suicide. To come out of this alive at all would already be a stroke of tremendous luck.
Still, that top-grade true-qi bomb had not been entirely useless: at least it had successfully blocked the crimson tentacle's attack, and in that opening Wei Zhao had finally managed to dart onto the trunk of the central fir tree as he had hoped.
But this was no time to breathe easy, for the crimson tentacle was astonishingly long, and where Wei Zhao now stood at the edge of the fir, he could be snatched down at any moment—and this time he had no top-grade true-qi bomb left to fall back on.
The instant his feet found the branch, Wei Zhao shot upward without hesitation, and to break free of the crimson tentacle's pursuit he even resorted to a true-qi ** technique, instantly pushing his speed to its utmost.
With no leisure to probe what unknown dangers might lurk in the canopy above, Wei Zhao had only one thing to do now: escape the crimson tentacle below. If he could not manage that at once, then given the speed the thing had just displayed, his chances today were truly grim.
As Wei Zhao desperately raced upward, the crimson tentacle indeed kept prowling and watching below; at the slightest opening it would strike like lightning, as it had before, and kill in a single blow.
Fortunately Wei Zhao was decisive enough. Once he was a full twenty meters above the lake surface, the crimson tentacle sullenly withdrew beneath the water, and as the last ripple smoothed away, Half-Moon Lake regained its former calm—as if that eerie tentacle had never been there at all.
"Phew! As expected of my junior brother—his strength far surpasses his senior sister's! Looks like I'll have to train hard once we're back; I can't let my junior brother leave me too far behind!" Shangguan Lan'er, who had been watching the fight from behind the tree, breathed a great sigh of relief. "Isn't that right, Little White!"
The little Curly Bear nodded along.