Louis moved, a burst of crimson power erupted instantly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, so fast that even those tentacles couldn't react.
"Get out."
With this low growl, the pressure of the Ancient Dragon at the top of the food chain crashed down like a heavy hammer.
Those tentacles meant to kill shrank visibly in mid-air, exhibiting the prey's instinct upon encountering a predator.
A thick tentacle slammed down in front of him.
Louis reached out with his right hand, his five fingers wrapped in purple mist directly dug into the slimy flesh.
Meryl let out a terrified scream.
She felt it, the purple power climbing wildly up the tentacle, greedily gnawing at her body.
The pink energy was forcibly extracted, like water into a vortex, continuously pouring into Louis, then crushed, purified by the Primordial Heart, becoming clean fuel.
Louis dragged the rapidly withering tentacle, moving step by step forward.
