Invasion [Towards the Outpost] Chapter 8

In the dim ocean depths, a pair of pale violet eyes glowed, like two cold flames burning in the abyss.

They belonged to the orca, who was closing in swiftly.

Those purple flames pursued Lin Yuan relentlessly, moving so fast they left behind faint purple afterimages. The colossal spiritual form of Ni Ji was rapidly approaching.

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

This man had been tortured brutally, his body covered in wounds, exhausted and weakened, his spirit feeble.

Yet he still possessed such a formidable spiritual form, unleashing such a powerful attack.

Lin Yuan was no stranger to sentinels.

In the White Tower, countless sentinels clad in military dress uniforms, pulse guns at their waists, strutted back and forth daily with pride.

Each one tall and imposing, reacting to guides like peacocks eager to fan their splendid tails.

But their spiritual forms were docile and tame, their spiritual landscapes small enough to see their ends at a glance.

This fish was different.

This was a soldier forged in the abyss and swamps, a warrior who battled monsters daily in polluted zones.

A fighter who emerged from wounds and bloodshed, fierce and resolute in combat, fighting as if with his life on the line.

In the real world, Lin Yuan would not stand a chance against this sentinel in direct combat.

But here, in the spiritual realm, Lin Yuan felt she would not lose.

Within the spiritual construct of this mental landscape, the body was the spirit condensed by will. Here, she was never the weak one.

She even sensed herself growing stronger as the battle progressed.

Her evasions became more agile, her vision keener, gradually learning to control everything.

It seemed something was awakening; the tentacles stirred restlessly.

Those beings Lin Yuan had long restrained grew larger.

They surged excitedly in some unknown hidden space, continuously taking form and bursting forth.

Riding the swiftly retreating current, Lin Yuan saw the black-and-white giant whale finally ensnared again by the tentacles.

The tentacles coiled around its wrists, tail, and ink-black body, pulling in different directions.

Then they cheered, working together to flip the sea beast over and drag it into the depths.

The half-man, half-whale sentinel struggled desperately in the water, disturbing graceful seaweed and crushing countless beautiful corals.

One by one, the tentacles wrapped around him until he was pinned against the rough reef stones on the seabed.

Lin Yuan floated in the water, watching the whale bound by tentacles and pressed to the ocean floor.

The strong body struggled initially, but soon gave up, allowing the tentacles to cover him piece by piece.

The tentacles, as if encountering a rare treasure, wandered freely, even slipping into the sentinel’s tangled black hair to stroke it several times.

The fish—the sentinel—offered no resistance.

He obediently closed his purple eyes, which had burned with a phosphorescent glow; when he reopened them, the light had faded, replaced by ordinary black pupils.

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