Bursts of perfume… Xu Yangyi almost dared not believe his nose. Was this really the body of the horrifyingly grotesque and strangely alien Spirit Parasite?

There was no time to sigh with emotion. Chu Zhaonan had only broke through the first layer of ice for him. The second attack was imminent!

Huuuummm… A spinning bell, its surface carved with the image of the Eight Trigrams, was being handled by Lord Zhao like a flying kite. A red ribbon extended out of his palm and quickly flew towards the crown of Xu Yangyi’s head. Immediately, a clear and loud jingle rang out!

Swoosh… Sound waves solidified and circled Xu Yangyi. As the waves revolved, he shockingly discovered that the surrounding tentacles, which had originally detected an attack, had oddly calmed down for a moment. Instead, the tentacles blooming with flowers actually began to bear fruit!

A Spirit Parasite… Xu Yangyi’s eyes glimmered. What in the world was this thing?

Jingle… Jingle… The bell started to slowly open a path for him. His gaze was fixed dead on at the puppet’s head above.

Closer… Even closer! Just as he was only forty meters away from the head, the bell came to a sudden halt, and his eyes flashed. As he was on the verge of forming seals, endless black light suddenly shout out from the cloud gaps of the all-encompassing sky of tentacles! Shadows formed...