As panic swept through the clearing, the handsome man merely stood in the center with a faint smile upon his face, as if the screams around him were music arranged solely for his pleasure. Then the robes on his body suddenly bulged outward, and in the next instant hundreds of black-red tentacles burst forth like a storm of serpents unleashed.
They whipped through the battlefield with terrifying speed, tearing through the air with sharp cracking sounds as people who had just turned to flee were pierced through their backs, chests, and throats before taking even ten steps.
Bodies jerked violently in place as blood and essence were drained through the writhing tendrils, their flesh shrinking before horrified eyes.
One cultivator from a minor sect screamed and tried to slash the tentacle pinning him, but before his blade fully rose another three struck from different angles and nailed him upright like prey on hooks.
