“Flood? The Swallowing Empire?”

Theresa was shocked and anxious.

She had to find a way to escape and tell the shocking intelligence to everyone on the Jadeite Continent and in the Pangu Universe.

But Lord Cooper burst into arrogant laughter, which was weirdly discordant with his feminine face.

BOOM!

Right then, an earsplitting explosion took place. Black Jack was immediately wreathed in flames and smoke.

As it turned out, the second batch of reinforcements had been teleported from the Thousand Gates Mountain to the crimson palace with a smaller version of the Hell Destroyer Cannon.

“My king!”

The loyal soldiers of the Hell Destroyer Clan crowded close.

“Idiot.”

Without looking at them, General Cooper spat in the direction where Black Jack should’ve been torn apart. “I don’t care about the Flood Tide or the Swallowing Empire. Our race will never yield!”

“Is that so?

However, a ghost-like voice suddenly echoed behind him. In the wriggling tentacles, Black Jack revealed his tall, handsome, and charming face again.

It was a pity that the more handsome he was, the more terrifying he would be.

“That’s… too bad,” Black Jack said gloomily.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

In a moment, the girls who were almost sucked dry by his tentacles all started moving.

They were as dry as skeletons, but their speed and strength were much higher than those of the devils in the abyss. Stiffly and weirdly, they manipulated their rusted weapons and danced a dance of death.

The Hell Exterminator was greatly shocked. When he tried to resist Black Jack’s harem, he was tied up and stabbed by the tentacles. The demonesses inside all turned into Black Jack’s captives. In a moment, they were transformed into equally terrifying ‘skeleton soldiers’.

Their faces were beaming with devotion and happiness, as if the path of Black Jack’s ambition was paved with their lives.

With their sacrifice, Black Jack was more and more intimidating, as if a burning tornado was hiding inside his expanding body.

“…”

Taking a deep breath, the crystal suits all over his body were squeaking, too. Unable to resist the rolling of his muscles and bones, they all exploded.

As Theresa had guessed, his ‘transformation’ was not complete. Although he could see a few delicate curves under the armor, they were soon covered by his crazily expanding muscles.

Instead of saying that he had become a ‘woman’, it would be more accurate to say that he had become a female prehistoric beast.

“Hooooo!”

Lord Cooper let out a shocking roar.

An overwhelming blast filled the entire crimson palace.

Every step he took raised an earthshaking aura that blew away the demonized people and Black Jack’s harem.

“Slither. Slither.”

Black Jack’s tentacles expanded multiple times in the blink of an eye, too, like a weird deep-sea squid. The tentacles waved and tore the air apart. Visible ripples quickly spread out.

BOOM! BOOM!

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The two experts crashed into each other like two monsters.

Theresa fled as fast as she could.

The attack of the two monster-level experts was not something that she could resist at all. She had suffered internal injuries because of the raging airwaves a long time ago, and she had to be prepared for the viper-like tentacles that were about to stab into her glabella.

If she was captured by Black Jack and became his ‘woman’, it would be the most disgusting thing that Theresa could think of in her life.

What do I do?

“I can’t die. At the very least, I can’t die here. I have to bring the intelligence back. The flood tide hasn’t been resolved yet, and someone even more ruthless has arrived!

“Think about it. Think about it. If Master Yao were here, what kind of sordid, shameless, insane, inhuman methods would he have used to escape?

“Surrender? Surrender to one of the two monsters? Fight the other monster? Then the sandpiper and the clam will fight and the fisherman will take advantage of the situation?”

“However, the two monsters were fighting so hard that it was impossible for them to accept my surrender!

Theresa was completely lost.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind.

She rolled on the ground and held her saber with both hands, planning to cut open the enemy’s stomach.

However, when she saw who the attacker was, the tip of the saber was in a mess and brushed past his cheek by a hair’s breadth. He was not hurt at all except for a crimson scar.

“Sister Summer!”

Yes. It was Princess Summer.

She was tied up by Black Jack’s tentacles, too, and lost herself. There was numb happiness on her face, and her eyes were empty. She turned into a puppet without a soul.

However, when Theresa exclaimed her name, a feeble ripple appeared in the depths of her empty eyes like lightning and struggled stubbornly.

She was obviously hesitating.

Real will and the command transmitted by the tentacles were engaged in a bitter confrontation. It was like her flesh and bones were in conflict. Her flesh and blood wanted to go east, but her bones wanted to go west.

Cracking noises were echoing inside her body. There was real pain in the numb happiness on her face.

Seeing her like this, Theresa was heartbroken and even more furious.

“Sister Summer, let me help you!”

He raised his saber high without any hesitation. Ignoring the possibility that Black Jack might discover him, he changed his angle and drew a perfect arc.

When the edge of the saber flashed down, countless runes appeared and flooded into the edge of the saber, turning the ordinary saber into a transparent, marvelous weapon.

The attack contained all of Theresa’s magical power, her fury, and her heartache. Even if the primeval devils arrived, they would be cut in half.

Shua!

Black Jack’s tentacles were cut off cleanly by Theresa. A large cluster of bright gold liquid spurted out of the fracture, which was bouncing violently like a viper that had been hit by lightning.

Black Jack noticed Theresa’s existence and looked at her in surprise, as if he did not understand why Theresa was not fooled by him and persisted until now.

What answered Black Jack was a gesture that did not exist on the Emerald Continent—two straight middle fingers.

Black Jack narrowed his eyes. Although he did not understand what Theresa meant, he knew that she would not yield.

He was about to manipulate more tentacles to crawl toward Theresa, when the blood-covered Grand Lord Kuba suddenly roared even more crazily. Countless bone spurs grew out of his body and lunged at him, pushing him to the ground.

The two monsters were entangled again.

Losing control, Princess Summer collapsed to the ground.

Theresa hurried forward and took her into her arms. She peeled off all the broken tentacles and comforted her frozen body with her own scorching temperature.