Watching Brother Octopus's tentacles strike out in all directions, grabbing and devouring each prey like eating chocolate balls, with great enthusiasm.
Mo Qingchen silently shouted, "Well done!"
The Self-defense Team, which has been living quite comfortably, attacked Brother Octopus with their firearms, but it was like scratching an itch; they couldn't even break its skin, leaving only slight white marks at most.
As for RPGs, tank bombardment, air missiles, they're just skin-deep for Brother Octopus.
But given its recovery ability, these wounds heal automatically within minutes.
On the contrary, Brother Octopus's tentacles were wreaking havoc, especially with their ability to open into gaping, tooth-filled mouths, whose bites are deadly accurate.
Airplanes and tanks were like fragile shells against these tentacles.
