Chapter 139

Let them protect themselves.

"Damn, what are these things?"

"So strong!"

"Damn! What the hell is this, sticky and disgusting!"

"This attack power is way too high, right?"

A lord looked at the corpse flying out beside him.

A lord beside him hadn't managed to activate his protection.

He was directly whipped away by a single strike of the tentacle, whipped to death instantly.

These tentacles were already coated with mucus.

【Special Gene: Lubricating Mucus — The organism's surface will secrete mucus; the mucus will deflect physical attacks and also carry a certain toxicity, this poison being equivalent to the venom of a tier-four highly toxic creature.】

【Gene Source: Arrow-Poison Green Frog (Tier Four)】

This mucus was extremely slippery, greatly reducing the power of physical attacks other creatures launched against it.

And at the same time, these tentacles were extremely tough.

The secret steel tissue gave them almost unbreakable hardness.

Boom!

Lightning intertwined, flames leaped, ice spears pierced.

Even the beam of a high-energy particle cannon pierced through!

Yet it caused not a single bit of damage to these tentacles.

The situation on the battlefield had vaguely formed a one-sided situation.

The Shanling giant raised both arms high.

Stone arms grabbed three tentacles.

But these tentacles were too slippery.

They continued to be pulled out from its arms constantly.

Yet this Shanling giant's defense was extremely high.

The tentacles could do nothing to him.

However, the tentacles did not have to break this Shanling giant.

Instead, they went around directly, specifically killing those units with thin skins.

Slap—

With one slap, a 【Ghost Shark Deer】 was smashed into meat paste.

"Damn, how do we fight this?"

"Dark Spear! Where are your Dark Spear troops?"

The Dark Spear lord was a tier-eight lord.

Renowned as one of the few units with the strongest attack power among tier-eight units.

The flesh of these tentacles was too hard.

To break their defense, ordinary means simply didn't work.

These lords pinned their hopes on the Dark Spear lord.

However, when they looked toward the Dark Spear lord.

They discovered that the Dark Spear lord's troops, each holding a shadow spear, charged instantly!

Accelerating in an instant, they transformed into a black lightning bolt.

Piercing straight toward a tentacle!

Bang!

Yet the black light collided with the tentacle!

The figure of the 【Shadow Spear】 stopped before the tentacle.

He held a black spear in his hand, yet failed to pierce the tentacle's skin.

Only the immense impact force knocked the tentacle backward slightly.

But that was all.

"How is this possible..."

"Even the Dark Spear cannot break the defense?"

Inside the livestream, the various lords also grew terrified.

The strength of the Dark Spear was universally acknowledged as strong.

Once, this black lightning bolt had pierced through the defense of a tier-nine lord's unit—the 【Thick Shield Mountain】.

A King-tier, tier-eight 【Shadow Spear】 could pierce a King-tier, tier-nine 【Thick Shield Mountain】.

This could even be called a victory across tiers.

It also established the Dark Spear lord's powerful reputation.

Causing him to be hailed as one of the lords with the strongest attack power among tier-eight lords.

But now, this terrifying Dark Spear actually could not pierce a single tentacle?

Is this really the strength of a newly promoted tier-five Cursed One?

A terrifying sense of despair spread among the lords.

Those Crawlers hadn't even moved yet.

No one knew what these Crawlers were waiting for.

Some lords noticed the emerald-green dots in the sky.

Those dots were nothing else.

They were the Blood-Bearers, carrying fully filled 【Blood Pouches】.

The blood inside the Blood Pouches was ink-green.

It was poisonous blood.

Highly acidic, extremely toxic, strongly corrosive, and highly flammable and explosive.

The smoke formed after combustion and explosion was even more toxic.

"Retreat… retreat, my lord Xing Yun."

"Retreat? What are you saying?"

"We've just arrived in the Far East—now we retreat?"

"But the problem is…"

The lord looked around at the horrifying scene.

They were still in a relatively safe zone.

Giants surrounded them, shielding them on all sides.

Yet from the soldiers' perspective, they could still observe the entire battlefield.

At this moment, all troops below seventh-rank were being beaten so badly they didn't recognize their own mothers.

They might withstand one strike from a tendril, but not two, not three.

And the agile troops could dodge one strike, but could never evade them forever.

On this battlefield, tens of thousands of tendrils continuously slammed into the ground.

Each tendril was nearly fifteen meters in length.

Every troop, no matter its position, faced at least five or six tendrils at all times.

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If these tendrils could be destroyed, they wouldn't pose such a great threat.

But the problem is.

These tendrils cannot be damaged at all.

Every attack that strikes them feels like scratching an itch.

Seventh-rank and above troops have higher defense.

Being struck by tendrils doesn't deal fatal wounds.

But the problem here is, they can only take damage—

They have no means of retaliation.