The massive black octopus lashed out, swinging its colossal tentacles wildly to strike Han Wu. Though he reacted swiftly and managed to evade the main attack, one of its tentacles still grazed his arm. Immediately, he felt a sharp stinging sensation, and to his alarm, observed the skin touched by the tentacle rapidly blackening, the discoloration creeping further up his arm with each passing second.0

Realizing with alarm that he had been poisoned, Han Wu swiftly drew a knife from his personal space and brutally shaved off the affected flesh to prevent the poison from spreading further. Almost immediately, thanks to his powerful physique, his wounds began to heal up and scab over at a rapid speed.0

Still, he now knew that the octopus in front of him was not just strong but very deadly. One wrong move, a direct hit from a tentacle, could mean his eternal imprisonment here, condemned to become yet another...0