In the deepest depths of the mountain valley covered by fog, there was a crowd of young experts who were willing to do anything, even abandoning their comrades. But at this moment, they had all fallen into horror and chaos. They barely managed to survive the wild onslaught of tentacles. The weaker members of the group had already been torn apart on the spot.

They watched helplessly as their fellow cultivators were reduced to strips of flesh and blood. After splashing to the earth, their remains quickly rotted away and were absorbed, leaving behind nothing but bones. The psychological pressure this scene exerted on the survivors nearly caused them to collapse.

“Ahh! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” A female cultivator wept out loud, tears streaming down her face. Her previous days of arrogant beauty had all but disappeared.

Her magic power was about to be exhausted...