The dark red lake, which had only been faintly restless before, suddenly began to surge violently— as though some colossal creature beneath the surface had awakened! In the next instant, thick tentacles—each as wide as a water jar and formed from viscous blood and foul miasma—burst forth from the lake. They came whipping and coiling toward the group on the narrow path, bringing with them a stench so strong it made one’s teeth ache, accompanied by the harsh sound of tearing flesh. “Careful!” A’Long shouted, slashing his blade toward a blood-red tentacle that lunged for Margaret . The blade struck, and a metallic clang rang out, sparks flying! The tentacle was incredibly tough, its surface covered in corrosive energy. A’Long’s arm went numb from the impact, and his sword was quickly stained with a layer of dark red filth, its spiritual glow fading. The other two guards also swung their weapons, but their attacks barely made a dent. They were forced into a desperate...