As soon as the Sky Castle came to a sudden halt, signs of change started to emerge in Shalyh. Or to be more precise, at the temple of the White Horse General. Currently, the White Horse General was in a bad mood. Tentacles that looked like tree trunks had appeared one by one from who-knows-where and gone after the temple in droves while multiplying. Shaking in wrath, the White Horse General had tried to drive them away with his guandao, but there were too many of them. He couldn’t handle the waves of tentacles that were increasing exponentially in numbers, and he ended up getting thoroughly tied up. And that was only the start.

The tentacles dared to initialize territorialization at his temple and forcibly neutralized the sanctuary. As if that was not enough, they began to steal the White Horse General’s power little by little like a mosquito sucking out blood. The White Horse General was furious, but couldn’t do anything about it; all he could do was resist by pulling back the strength that was getting sucked out. He endured as much as he could like this, but eventually reached his limit. After even his last power to resist was taken away, the White Horse General’s head and limbs drooped; he only barely managed to maintain a faint consciousness.

Then the tentacles, which had been sucking the White Horse General’s power greedily as if they were...