In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

Fan Tong's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes reflecting the ferocious transformation of the shadow beast.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a bellows, each exhale filled with determination.

The air seemed to be disturbed by this sudden change, and an invisible sense of oppression surged towards everyone like a tide. The tense atmosphere instantly washed away the previous joy.

"Roar—" The mutated Shadow Beast roared again, the sound waves making everyone's eardrums hurt.

On its jet-black skin, sharp bone spurs, like inverted mountain peaks, gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light.

The thick muscles bulged, twisting the originally smooth lines and making them appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

Thick black mist gushed from its pores, coiling around it like countless black snakes, enveloping its entire body, making it resemble a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, exuding a chilling aura.

The next moment, the Shadow Beast's attack descended like a storm.

Dozens of enormous tentacles sprouted from its sides, like wielding black whips that lashed out at the crowd with a whooshing sound.

Those tentacles were as hard as iron, with sharp barbs at the ends, and each swing left a trail of dark cracks in the air.

Everyone was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events and scrambled to avoid the oncoming tentacles.

However, the tentacles were so fast and so numerous that they surrounded them like an impenetrable cage.

The girl in white was agile, dodging left and right, but she couldn't escape the tentacles' pursuit and could only barely protect herself.

Although the red-haired boy was still recovering from his injuries, he still tried his best to wield the dagger in his hand and block the attacks for the people around him.

The purple-haired youth roared, clenched his fists, and charged toward a menacing tentacle.

He gathered all his strength and punched the tentacle hard, only to find that the tentacle was incredibly tough, as if it were made of steel, and he couldn't budge it at all.

A strong recoil force came, making his tiger's mouth numb and his arm ache.

He retreated several steps.

Just then, two thick tentacles suddenly stretched out and wrapped around the gray-robed elder and the green-robed pharmacist with lightning speed.

The tentacles tightened like pythons, constricting them so tightly that their faces turned a deep purplish-red, and their breathing became increasingly difficult.

They opened their mouths wide, trying to cry for help, but could only utter weak sobs.

The golden-robed priest stared intently at everything, a glint of unfathomable light flashing in his deep eyes.

The tentacles tightly coiled around the gray-robed elder and the green-robed pharmacist, like two cold, giant pythons, gradually tightening their grip.

Their rough skin was marked with purplish-red lines from the straps, their muscles were contorted, and their bones creaked under the strain.

A feeling of suffocation washed over them like a tidal wave, their faces instantly turning a deep liver color, their eyes filled with despair.

They opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out; they could only struggle in vain, their weak sobs as feeble as candles flickering in the wind.

Fan Tong's anger erupted like a volcano. He was extremely anxious and wanted to rush forward to rescue the two.

However, several pitch-black tentacles lashed out like mad whips, whistling sharply through the air, blocking his path.

He skillfully dodged the tentacles' attacks, but faced with the dense onslaught, he had to retreat frequently, unable to get close to the two trapped individuals.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and shattering into countless glistening droplets.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anxiety and anger.

He could clearly hear the suffocating groans coming from the two people entangled by the tentacles. He felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, about to explode.

The old man in black robes stared intently at the mutated shadow behemoth, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

He keenly noticed that after the giant beast mutated, there was a crystal core at the center of its head that beat like a heart and emitted a faint black light.

“That’s its weakness!” he murmured, his voice low but resolute.

Upon hearing the old man's reminder, Fan Tong's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and turned to look at the purple-haired youth.

"Purple Hair, cover me!" he shouted, his voice firm and powerful, like a war drum on the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the purple-haired youth instantly understood Fan Tong's intention.

He roared, clenched his fists, and charged towards the Shadow Beast like a wild horse.

His fist slammed into the giant beast's tentacles with a whooshing sound, producing a dull thud.

The tentacle paused slightly after being struck by his fist, giving Fan Tong a chance to catch his breath.

Seizing this brief opening, Fan Tong exerted tremendous force with his legs, charging towards the shadow behemoth like an arrow released from a bow.

Tentacles lashed at him like raindrops, but he dodged left and right, skillfully avoiding each deadly attack.

He could feel the sharp wind as the tentacles swept through the air, and he could feel the cold light emanating from the sharp barbs at the ends of the tentacles.

Every step he took teetered on the edge of life and death, and every dodge was fraught with peril.

"Roar—!" Sensing Fan Tong's intentions, the Shadow Beast let out a deafening roar, black mist surged, and its tentacles lashed out at Fan Tong frantically, its attack becoming increasingly fierce.

The purple-haired youth also vigorously swung his fists, continuously pounding the tentacles to buy time for Fan Tong.

His muscles were tense, sweat poured down like rain, and his breathing became rapid.

He knew they had to exploit the giant beast's weakness as soon as possible, or the consequences would be dire.

He let out a beastly roar, as if to encourage himself and to announce the start of the battle.

Fan Tong continued to advance amidst the relentless bombardment of tentacles, his figure moving like a ghost among them, each step filled with power and determination.

His gaze was unwavering as he stared intently at the crystal core atop the giant beast's head, feeling that victory was drawing ever closer.

Finally, he reached the bottom of the behemoth. He looked up and saw the crystal core was right in front of him. It was slowly pulsating, like an evil heart, emitting bursts of black light.

Just then, a thick tentacle lashed out at Fan Tong's back, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression...

Under the cover of the purple-haired youth, Fan Tong finally reached the bottom of the giant beast.

He looked up at the crystal core, the evil heart beating in the darkness, emitting a faint but unsettling black light.

Just then, a thick tentacle lashed out at his back, bringing a suffocating sense of pressure.

But Fan Tong had anticipated this move. He rolled to the side and dodged the tentacle attack.

This split-second dodge gave him a valuable opportunity.

He gripped a silver short sword tightly in both hands; it was a secret treasure he had brought from the Fengqing Sect.

The short sword drew a silver arc in the air, whistling as it pierced through the air, and accurately stabbed the crystal core on the top of the giant beast's head.

The moment the short sword pierced through, a crisp cracking sound rang out, the crystal core split open, and black light scattered like ink, followed by the giant beast's shrill scream.

"Roar—!" The Shadow Beast let out its final roar, its voice filled with despair and resentment.

Its body began to tremble violently, its tentacles contracted one after another, and finally it crashed to the ground with a thud, its huge body slamming into the ground and causing the ground to tremble.

Everyone seemed to wake up from a nightmare at that moment, and their faces showed unbelievable joy.

"We did it!" the purple-haired youth shouted excitedly, his voice filled with excitement and pride.

People gathered around, embracing each other, their hearts filled with joy.

The girl in white threw herself into Fan Tong's arms, her eyes filled with adoration.

She gently stroked her hair and whispered comfortingly, "It's alright, everything will be alright." The bond between them deepened, and a warm atmosphere filled the air.

However, at that moment, a mysterious energy surged out from the fallen body of the giant beast like an undercurrent.

This energy, like a vortex in a hurricane, expanded rapidly, enveloping everyone.

Everyone stared in horror at the energy. The girl in white gripped Fan Tong's hand tightly, her voice trembling, "Fan Tong, what is this...?"

Before the words were even finished, that mysterious energy surged towards everyone like a raging tide.