"What the hell is that thing?"
Back at the Heavenly Dao Palace, Fang Zheng was completely puzzled. The tentacle monster wasn't particularly formidable—in combat, Fang Zheng had sensed as much himself, essentially finding it to be something even the Cursed Children could easily handle. But its sheer numbers were overwhelming, not to mention its bizarre rate of regeneration... No, it wasn't regeneration, but Fang Zheng couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. After all, he could be certain that whether it was the Angel of Death or the Primordial Soul Fire, both had definitely reaped the creature's soul, and something without a soul couldn't possibly regenerate...
"Master."
While Fang Zheng was deep in thought, Nymph raised her hand and spoke.
"Um... excuse the interruption..."
"What's wrong? Nymph, have you found something?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's reply, Nymph nodded and then activated her personal device.
