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In that foggy place that seemed to be cursed, the thick fog was like an indestructible material barrier, trapping Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men in a desperate situation.

Everywhere I looked, there was chaos, as if I was in a terrifying world isolated from the rest of the world.

At this moment, those tentacles seemed like crazy black pythons that had broken free from the abyss of hell, twisting and circling wantonly in the air.

Their bodies are thick and twisted, and every swing carries a terrifying force that stirs up the air around them.

The sharp whistling sound, as the tentacles danced, was like the roar of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell, and it went straight into everyone's ears, making them shudder and sending chills down their spines.

The tentacles exuded a disgusting stench, and every time they waved, the surrounding space was instantly permeated with the stench, as if even the air had become filthy, making people almost suffocate, as if they were in a purgatory filled with rotting corpses.

Suddenly, a strange and cold wave, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, quietly spread in the air.

The tentacles, which were already baring their fangs and claws, suddenly became even more violent, as if they had received some crazy and evil instructions.

They attacked Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men frantically with overwhelming force and like a surging black tide.

Mu Li's men had already been seriously injured before this, and the wounds on their bodies were still oozing blood, staining their clothes red.

Now facing this overwhelming tentacle attack, their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and their bodies were shaking violently and uncontrollably driven by fear.

Although they tried their best to wave the magic weapons in their hands and try to resist the tentacles that were coming like a tide, everything seemed so futile.

When the magic weapon collided with the tentacles, only a faint light was splashed out, just like a firefly in the dark night. In front of the powerful tentacles, it seemed insignificant and could not cause any substantial damage to it.

"Puff!" With a dull and shocking sound, the arm of one of Mu Li's men was hit hard by the tentacle. The power of the tentacle was amazing, as if it carried a thousand pounds of force, instantly tearing his arm apart. Blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing a glaring blood line in the mist.

He let out a painful scream that was full of despair and fear, and his body flew uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, disappearing in an instant into the fog that was so thick that it seemed to swallow up everything.

"what--"

A moment later, his miserable and desperate cry came from the depths of the fog. The sound seemed to be wrapped in layer by layer of this strange fog. Then, everything returned to dead silence, as if the sound had never appeared, and there was no echo at all.

Seeing this, another subordinate of Mu Li felt determined and tried to use his magical powers to fight back.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, and spiritual energy began to gather around his body.

However, before he could release his magical powers, several tentacles wrapped around his body like lightning.

The tentacles wrapped around him tighter and tighter, and his bones made crackling sounds under the tremendous pressure, as if they would be crushed at any time.

His face showed an expression of extreme pain, his facial features were distorted in agony, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of despair. He could only watch himself being tortured by these horrible tentacles, his heart filled with unwillingness.

Mu Li's face turned extremely ugly, his lips trembled slightly, and the hand holding the magic sword turned white due to the force.

He knew very well that he and his men were in a precarious situation and that every second could be the end of their lives.

He endured the pain in his body, and every breath was accompanied by a stinging pain, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand, and every swing carried his desire for life and responsibility to his subordinates.

He tried to fight for a glimmer of hope for his men, however, in front of these endless tentacles, his strength seemed so insignificant.

Every time he attacked, he could only temporarily repel a few tentacles, but in the blink of an eye, more tentacles came rushing back, as if he would never be able to kill them all. A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"senior!"

Faced with the overwhelming tentacles and looking at the desperate eyes of his men, Mu Li finally let go of his pride and shouted for help to Wang Xian.

That cry was filled with his helplessness, confusion and hope.

It appears particularly clear in this chaotic battlefield, like a cry in the darkness, carrying a longing for light.

When Wang Xian heard Mu Li's cry for help, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and his aura suddenly rose.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he could see through all the darkness.

He held the Emperor Dragon Spear tightly in his hand, and the spear flashed with a cold light, like a black dragon ready to strike, exuding a terrifying aura.

The dragon pattern on the gun seemed to come alive, and as Wang Xian's momentum surged, it seemed as if it would take off into the air at any time.

Wang Xian tapped his feet lightly, and his whole body was like a stream of black light, instantly shuttling between the tentacles. His speed was so fast that people could hardly see his figure, leaving only a series of blurry afterimages.

"Lightning law, burst out with all your strength!"

Wang Xian shouted in his heart, and in an instant, countless purple lightning exploded around him, crackling.

Wherever the lightning reached, the tentacles were charred and curled up, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Each bolt of lightning contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, illuminating the surrounding space as bright as day. The dazzling light and the strong smell of burning were intertwined, as if it was a doomsday judgment.

Lightning jumped on the tentacles, instantly carbonizing the tentacles' skin and making a sizzling sound, as if the tentacles were struggling in pain.

At the same time, Wang Xian used the law of space. Wherever the Emperor Dragon Spear was waving, the space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and black cracks appeared.

The tentacles that rushed towards Mu Li and his men were sucked into this mysterious space crack and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the edge of the space crack, the powerful gravitational force pulled the surrounding air and distorted it. Once the tentacles approached, they would be ruthlessly swallowed up without even a chance to struggle.

From time to time, strange whistling sounds could be heard from the cracks, as if they were whispers from another world.

Mu Li and his remaining men looked at Wang Xian fighting bravely among the tentacles, and a glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

Although they were seriously injured, they tried their best to cooperate with Wang Xian and resist the attack of the tentacles as much as possible.

They knew in their hearts that Wang Xian was their only hope at the moment. As long as Wang Xian was still fighting, they still had a chance of survival.

They endured the pain, brandished their weapons, and launched weak but firm counterattacks against the tentacles.

As the battle continued, Wang Xian gradually destroyed most of the tentacles with his powerful strength and exquisite application of the laws.

On the battlefield, the charred remains of the tentacles were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning and blood. Wang Xian thought he was about to break through the siege, but just when he breathed a sigh of relief, a light golden tentacle quietly attacked him from behind like a ghost.

The tentacle was moving at an extremely fast speed, causing a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The surrounding space was stirred up by it, causing ripples, as if the air could not withstand its speed and was torn apart.

Wang Xian was startled. The moment he sensed the danger, he immediately turned around and instinctively blocked with the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand.

With a loud bang, the huge impact force caused Wang Xian to step back several steps, leaving several deep footprints on the ground.

Wang Xian's arm also felt slightly numb, and the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

This pale golden tentacle is far more powerful than the other tentacles, and its surface flickers with a strange light, as if it contains endless mysterious power.

This instantly reminded Wang Xian of the pale golden mysterious substance that the "weird clan" sacrificed blood to the geniuses of all races and extracted from them.

Wang Xian stared at the pale golden tentacle twisting in the air. The attack of this tentacle had reached the "Immortal Emperor Level", and the lowest level was the "Sixth Turn Immortal Emperor".

This level of attack could already cause great harm to him. If Wang Xian didn't deal with it seriously, there was a high possibility that he would be killed by this light golden tentacle.

Wang Xian had a strong premonition in his heart that he must get rid of this light golden tentacle as soon as possible. In this fog that even divine sense could not see, there might be more light golden tentacles.

Just one light golden tentacle made him feel a little troubled. If there were a few more, he might really be left in this world where the "weird clan" used blood sacrifices to kill the geniuses of all races.

Wang Xian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. The power in his body began to run wildly, and the aura around him became increasingly powerful and mysterious.

Wang Xian decided to use his trump card - the law of time.

In an instant, a strange light flashed in Wang Xian's eyes, and the time around him seemed to slow down.

He swung the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand, and released several time magical powers. Rays of golden light were like materialized sharp blades, slashing towards the light golden tentacles.

Under the influence of the magical power of time, the movements of the light golden tentacles became slow, and the originally swift attack became traceable.

Wang Xian seized the opportunity, and the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, stabbing at the light golden tentacles with an indomitable momentum.

Every time the gun blade collided with the tentacle, a deafening sound was heard, stirring up powerful energy ripples, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble under the impact of this powerful force.

Energy ripples spread out, instantly dispersing the surrounding fog, revealing a brief moment of clarity.

After a fierce confrontation, Wang Xian finally found the flaw of the light golden tentacles with his keen insight and fighting will.

A trace of determination flashed in Wang Xian's eyes. He gathered all his strength and perfectly integrated his time magic with the power of the spear. He thrust out with the spear, and a bright light shone.

This shot contained endless power of time, as if it was going to wipe out the pale golden tentacles from the long river of time.

Wang Xian leaned forward slightly, his leg muscles tensed, and he concentrated all his strength on this shot.

With a "puff" sound, the gun blade penetrated the light golden tentacle, and the powerful force instantly destroyed it.

The pale golden tentacles turned into countless golden spots of light and dissipated into the air, as if they had never appeared.

After dealing with the light golden tentacles, the other tentacles seemed to have lost their backbone. The strength and frequency of their attacks were greatly weakened. They became slow and weak, as if they were bodies without souls.

How could Wang Xian miss such a good opportunity?
With a roll of his sleeves, he gathered Mu Li and his remaining men into his sleeves. Wang Xian turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the location of the portal he had seen before.

Wang Xian was extremely fast and arrived in front of the gate in an instant.

The portal emitted a soft light, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xian rushed directly into the gate.

The moment Wang Xian rushed into the portal, the tentacles behind him seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. They stopped one after another and could no longer move forward.

Wang Xian, Mu Li and others passed through the portal and came to a completely new space.

It was quiet and peaceful here, the sun was shining softly on the earth, and the breeze was blowing gently, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, which formed a sharp contrast with the crisis-ridden scene just now.

Mu Li and his men collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath. Their faces were filled with fatigue, but their eyes revealed their relief at having survived the calamity.

Their chests heaved violently, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and the wounds on their bodies were still aching.

They knew that this thrilling journey had finally come to an end for the time being, but they also knew that there might be more unknown dangers waiting for them ahead, but they just wanted to have a good rest and relax now.

Wang Xian ignored Mu Li and his remaining men. He scanned the space and searched carefully with his spiritual sense.

The more beautiful something is, the greater the danger it hides.

The more peaceful a place is, the more terrifying crises may be hidden.

In front of him was a quiet and peaceful space, with sunlight gently shining on the earth and the breeze carrying bursts of floral fragrance. Everything seemed so beautiful, which made Wang Xian feel even more uneasy.

The "weird clan" is known for being bloody, cruel and weird. Such a quiet and peaceful space is incompatible with the style of the "weird clan" in any way.

Taking another look at Mu Li and his men who were completely relaxed, Wang Xian frowned slightly. He still had to bring these guys along. After all, such an abnormal place would always need some guinea pigs.

"Get up, we should go!"

Wang Xian's cold voice rang in the ears of Mu Li and his men, instantly awakening them from their relaxation and causing them to quickly stand up from the grass.

Although he needed these guys as guinea pigs, Wang Xian didn't care too much. After finishing his words, Wang Xian turned around and walked towards the depths of this space.

The few remaining men under Mu Li looked at Mu Li.

Mu Li sighed silently and took a step to chase after Wang Xian.

Mu Li has already demonstrated his decision with his actions, and his subordinates naturally have no other choice. (End of this chapter)