Even with Meng Chao's will forged as hard as iron, when faced with that gaping maw where fangs crossed like blades and saliva mingled with venom, he still felt an instinctive nausea and shudder rising from the depths of his genes.
With a violent pull of both arms, he finally wrenched the two Skull Crushers from the Fusion Beast's gaping maw.
In passing, he carved two more horrifying wounds deep into its throat.
Yet what shot from the wounds was not merely blood, but clumps of metallic filaments that seemed alive.
The mycelium-like metal threads tore across dozens of meters like lightning and wrapped tightly around Meng Chao's left ankle.
Meng Chao struggled desperately, but the metal threads dug deep into his Totem Armor, winding ever tighter around his left ankle.
Judging from the piercing screech of metal scraping against metal, the threads could slice through the armor plates above his ankle at any moment and cleanly sever his left foot.
Gritting his teeth, Meng Chao tried to swing the Skull Crushers and cut through the metal threads.
But even more metal threads, like fungal clusters and tentacles, gushed from the Fusion Beast's throat. Like an overwhelming spiderweb, they tightly entangled the two Skull Crushers, causing even Meng Chao's wildly surging Spiritual Energy to vanish like a clay ox entering the sea.
The two sides once again entered a contest of brute strength.
The Fusion Beast kept swallowing, as though an ultra-high-powered winch had been installed deep in its throat, slowly yet unwaveringly dragging Meng Chao toward its gaping maw.
Meng Chao clenched his teeth until Big Tooth cracked, pushing the Nine Dragons Divine Seal to its limits. It was as though six blazing flood dragons were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws within his body.
Yet he could