The Eight-armed Race, however, was just the type of monster Lin Ye loved to fight.
The word 'retreat' seemed completely absent from their vocabulary. Their will to fight was so fanatical that even when they knew they were outmatched, they would still fight to the death.
A dazzling, golden Gang Sha flame ignited once more on Lin Ye's Star-Piercing Spear.
He then activated Horizontal Slash.
A scorching arc of spear-light swept out.
A few moments later.
The battle ended as the last Eight-armed Race warrior was sliced in two at the waist by a flash from the spear.
Lin Ye waited where he stood. Two minutes later...
Aside from the four corpses whose heads had been blown off, the other sixteen members of the Eight-armed Race shakily climbed to their feet. Then, in perfect unison, they turned to face Lin Ye and knelt on one knee.
Lin Ye closed his eyes and switched his temporary skill back to [Silk Puppet]. His consciousness sank into the residual memories of his new puppets.
