He first looked at the bloody flesh tentacle on the deck. After a quick glance, he turned back to look at the Ghosts whose consciousness hadn't yet recovered, then looked again at Valak, who was crouching on the ground with his hands raised.
"Is there anything like an axe?"
"..." Valak lifted his head, glanced cautiously, and immediately said, "Yes, I'll find something."
"It doesn't have to be an axe, just anything that can cut through these tentacles."
"That's easy." Valak stretched out his hands, the nails grew rapidly, and then the nails of his five fingers twisted and intertwined, congealing into the shape of a big axe.
"Shall I cut it open?"
"Yes."
Valak swung his arms, and with a cracking sound, he cut the nearly two-meter thick tentacle into sections.
Then he watched as Wen Yan dragged two sections with one hand into the ship through the cargo hold entrance. He dared not ask, nor say anything.
