Countless writhing tentacles simultaneously pierced into the Faceless One's enormous body. To the naked eye, streams of blood energy were transmitted from the Faceless One's body through the tentacles to the octopus monster.
The Faceless One's body rapidly withered. At this moment, the Faceless One, whom everyone thought was dead, moved slightly with a godless expression, using a voice weak beyond measure: "Damn it, I'm not dead yet, you tricked me."
The octopus monster was taken aback, a crazy gleam flickering in its eyes: "You're not dead, yet not recovered quickly. Now that you're alive, you'll be killed by the enemy anyway; either way, you're dead. You might as well help me by giving me your life force to restore me to my peak and help you kill the enemy. That way, your death holds value. It's better than all of us dying. With the rest of my life, I will serve our God more devotedly, carrying your share."
"Damn, do I need you to replace me?"
