Of course, the Eight-armed Hunter remembered the human who had severed one of its limbs. It let out a piercing, high-frequency shriek.
Its seven remaining arms whipped through the water like giant strands of kelp.
They were stretched to their absolute limit, extending for dozens of meters. The constantly flexing suckers exuded an immense pressure, giving Shi Ming the same thrill as facing a Cthulhian monstrosity in a video game.
It moved!
In the blink of an eye, its hideous face lunged to within ten meters of Shi Ming. An indescribable, nightmarish presence—the kind of thing one glance could haunt your dreams—abruptly filled his vision.
No hesitation. No probing. The hunt began.
A primal, chilling thrum of danger pulsed through the water, but it only served to stoke Shi Ming's will to fight.
