Cultivation+Cthulhu
Four thick tentacles around his waist and back were tightly attached to the porthole of the spacecraft control room. Wang Yi, who was wearing a bright red ornate robe, held the Xuanyang Sword tightly in his hand. The moment he raised Xuanyang Sword high, a thunder talisman appeared in his hand. Wang Yi said in a solemn voice: "If I die this time..." Another voice in his head continued: "Then it will be impossible for us to be resurrected."
Wang Yi fiercely put the thunder talisman on the porthole, shouting "Ten thousand swords unite!" Behind him, countless swords flew towards the porthole in the flash of lightning...
