Even with the Tiger Dragon's immensely powerful flesh and blood,
having a writhing, twitching, trembling, struggling mass of Iron Caltrops lodged deep in its throat
was no pleasant experience.
The mass of Iron Caltrops kept gnawing at its tongue and windpipe, even spraying copious amounts of venom and acidic substances deeper into its throat.
The Tiger Dragon's expression of casual certainty vanished without a trace.
It let out a thunderous roar, blasting flames hotter than a thousand degrees from deep in its throat.
Yet even the raging flames could not instantly burn the thick-skinned Sword Halberd Demon Pig to ash.
Even after its head had been forcibly torn from its torso by fangs,
and its features had been burned into black, gaping holes,
that grotesquely twisted Sword Halberd Demon Pig head still had not died.
Relying on its final instinct, it ground its fangs together, trying to tear the Tiger Dragon's tongue and windpipe into even smaller pieces.
When the Tiger Dragon thrust both foreclaws into its own mouth and tore the Sword Halberd Demon Pig's mangled, pulpy corpse into pieces before pulling them out one by one,
it also dragged out bloody scraps of flesh from the inside of its mouth and deep within its throat.
At that moment, the other nine Sword Halberd Demon Pigs also rose to their feet.
They had just been smashed until their tendons snapped and bones shattered.
But now, the stark white bone fragments protruding from their bodies were wrapped and reinforced by bundles of constantly twitching flesh buds, making their savage forms fit the literal meaning of the name "Sword Halberd Demon Pig" even better.
Accompanied by a string of crackling explosions from within their bodies, the Sword Halberd Demon Pigs swelled as though inflated.
Several Sword Halberd Demon Pigs had limbs