"Hah!" Ren Feng roared, surging a weaker martial skill which caused his True Lance to glisten.
The skill he employed was a basic application of his Saint Tier Endless Crushing Art, a technique that allowed him to infuse his weapons and body with the essence of gravity itself.
He swung up his True Lance in a defensive posture, the swirls of Gravity around it weakening the momentum of anything trying to clash. The very air around the lance seemed to thicken, as if the space itself was becoming denser, more resistant to movement.
A radiance flashed as the tentacle nearly sent Ren Feng flying to the ground. He paused his momentum before he flew too far, and took a moment to seriously regard the situation around him.