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Chapter 1089 - Chapter 1089 Chapter 1091 Tentacles_1

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 Flame King be?

Without time to think further, Song Jian swung his sword toward the surface of the lake. At this moment, Thousand Swords Art was still on cooldown, so this sword attack was merely 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 meters 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 meters in diameter and over a hundred meters 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 numerous enough to make it somewhat nauseating to behold.

The Flame 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 seemed 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 seemed somewhat 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 Flame King, a grey Qi shot out like a slender arrow, striking the massive body of the Flame King. The scorching red flames instantly gained a layer of pale grey aura, significantly reducing the Flame King’s speed;

In reality, the Flame King’s body was enormous, and the fiery tornado that emerged from the Primordial Sea was clearly not its entire body. Countless tentacles kept reaching out from the bottom of the Primordial Sea. Its movement speed was already slow, but it had too many arms. These tentacles occupied an area of several hundred meters, 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 Flame Light Wings, but it had a flaw: while it was extremely fast in straight-line flight, it was not adept at close-range maneuvers. Using Sword Flight Art amidst hundreds of the Flame King’s arms could likely result in a collision with one of them.

However, with a 35% reduction in the speed of the arms’ movements, 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 meters, 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 time, the robot Nafiboja predicted the movements of the arms about three seconds in advance, giving Song Jian ample reaction time, which made passing through these arms much easier.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters…

Song Jian was getting closer and closer to the opposite shore of the Primordial Sea. The eyes of the robot Nafiboja’s head gleamed 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 meters, fifty meters, thirty meters…

Song Jian’s Sword Qi Value continued to deplete as he made slight directional changes among the arms ablaze with flames. 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 meters, ten meters, five meters…

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 time 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 meters 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 Flame King’s tentacles, I wouldn’t possibly have any strength to resist…” Thoughts raced through Song Jian’s mind, and he immediately realized that although the Primordial Sea was the Flame 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 moment.

With that thought, Song Jian gritted his teeth and activated the Flame Light Wings, plunging down toward the Primordial Sea. Soon, his figure was submerged by the sea’s magma.

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