Taoist Liu pointed at the dense mist across the lake and said, "We need to first lure that giant tentacle out of the mist, then cut it off. After repeating this nine times, the Nine Huis will retreat."
"Can you handle that thing?" Zhang Ze recalled the feeling when he had just been slapped and turned to ask.
"No, maybe with Nascent Soul cultivation, it would be easy to cut off that tentacle," Taoist Liu shook his head.
Zhang Ze turned to look at Lu Chen, who was still lying unconscious on the ox's back, walked up, and poked her cheek, but there was no reaction.
"Is she a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Taoist Liu was stunned by Zhang Ze's action.
"Yeah, if not for my dear needing a nap every day to consolidate her cultivation and now it's just the time, you'd have been fed to the fish in the lake when we were on the boat."
