A crisp shattering sound rang out, like a hammer smashing into glass—satisfying yet piercing to the ears.
The huge eyeball was smashed to pulp on the spot, dark green juice splattering all over Cheng Ye, and that tentacle shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, a tingling numbness like an electric shock came from his fingertips, as if he had absorbed some kind of energy from the eyeball.
But the battle was urgent; Cheng Ye had no time to check the panel and could only temporarily press his doubts to the bottom of his heart.
"It's not over yet!"
He twisted his body, using inertia to swing the remaining momentum of the iron whip toward the eyeball on another tentacle beside him.
Another sharp "pa" sounded; the eyeball shattered and the tentacle shriveled.
But just as his old strength was spent and the new had yet to rise, the surrounding tentacles suddenly moved!
A sharp pain burst forth!
