“Whoosh!” A black tentacle came out from a large hole in the wood, looking like a black hand.

Feiyun was only a divine intent and didn’t dare to fight it. He retreated but it kept on chasing him like a fly wanting honey, eventually coiling around him.

“How can this thing trap a formless divine intent?” A sharp pain struck him after the intent was devoured.

It disappeared and the tentacle returned to the hole.

“Ugh.” Feiyun trembled a bit while sitting on an island. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking about the events just now.

“Is that wood really Immemorial Heavenwood? What was that tentacle too?” He wondered.

“Did you say Immemorial Heavenwood?!” The turtle leaped out...