C250 Netherbane Cannon

The Divine Martial Essence Weavers from the Polar-Area and Qeanuyor found themselves directly beneath two monstrous creatures. In the face of these menacing tentacles, they were as insignificant as ants.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Blood sprayed in all directions as the tentacles, like the Grim Reaper's scythes, closed the hundred-mile gap in an instant.

"This is bad