"Damn it!"
Seeing the dual blades rolling back, the dozens of spiritual tablets on that lump of black, mushy meat mountain almost made the same sound.
The rolling blades had just gone past, taking away a lot of their flesh and blood, leaving half of the legs gone, they had practically become minced meat, and yet the blades could return!
Thus, another round of screams rang out in the cave, further reducing the already sparse tentacles.
The dual blades returned to Duan Yun's hands, still spinning frantically, appearing grand and majestic.
The black meat mountain, filled with spiritual tablets, had lost many feet, yet in the face of Old Demon Duan, it remained determined to the end.
Though the tentacles were fewer, and much flesh had been scraped off, small tentacles still bristled, trying to escape.
"Still want to run?"
