But the tentacles spun rapidly, wrapping him into a ball.
The tentacles gradually turned from solid to ethereal, slowly permeating his body. He let out a low shout, "My soul will not be taken away."
The tentacles gradually contracted, turning completely ethereal as they passed through his body.
He fell to the ground. He felt his consciousness was still there; his soul was still there.
Before he could revel in elation, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
He looked up and saw various human silhouettes wrapped around the Soul Devouring Beast's tentacles. Those silhouettes were the Fake Mo Zhicheng he once impersonated and every other identity he had ever assumed.
The tentacles kept sweeping through his body, and with each sweep, they brought out a silhouette.
He began to feel that something was not right.
Until another thick tentacle swept through, winding something out of him bit by bit; it was then that he truly panicked.
