With the yin energy scattered by Qing Han’s cyan and violet palm strikes, hundreds of human-headed octopi of varying sizes came into view. Some were the size of a regular human head, while others spanned three hundred meters, nearly reaching full maturity. Their human features, however, were still somewhat discernible.

The octopi zigzagged and released more yin energy to cover the area anew. They were the reason there was such a dense miasma here!

Qing Han’s two blows had been powerful enough to smack an august immortal to pieces, but the octopi remained unscathed. Even the one that’d been vigorously hurled back turned around vigorously with a neat flip.

“No, no no.... Run!”...