In this nest of blood and flesh.
Countless tendon and flesh combinations of tentacle spears are constantly attacking in this space.
These tentacles, formed by condensed flesh and blood, are personally controlled by the Divine.
In comparison to this tide of flesh and blood, the flesh that I condensed is far superior in both appearance and strength.
The tentacles previously formed by the tide of flesh and blood hardly caused any significant impact on the people.
But now these tentacles, every muscle, every tendon of blood and flesh, seems to be perfectly sculpted.
The surface is smooth, every muscle fits on it, looking like a sculpture.
The powerful strength brought by these combinations allows each tentacle to reach its limit in terms of elastic piercing capability.
Lucilia swings the Curse Sword in her hand, performing slashes or directly transforming into mist to evade attacks.
