The forcibly kindled rage naturally wasn't intense enough, but it was barely sufficient to unseal Anger.
Blazing firelight spilled from the gaps in the Dragon-Scale Blade, illuminating the dark space.
Liu Zheng was surrounded by gray inner walls. Their surfaces were rough and hardened, with no trace of flesh visible.
But that was fine. A little work would reveal it.
His entire body writhed like seaweed as he channeled as much of his strength as possible into his tentacles, then swung the Dragon-Scale Blade.
The tip of the blade pierced the inner wall at a very slight angle, but it only went in about the length of a fingernail.
The resistance felt clumsy and sluggish, like cutting rubber with a Rusty Blade.
But no matter how difficult it was, as long as it could get in, things would be manageable.
Liu Zheng raised another tentacle, curled it into a small fist, and hammered the hilt like he was driving a nail.
Although the angle made it awkward to strike, the blade tip still sank deeper bit by bit, until it had penetrated half a tentacle's length.
"Daji, push downward with me!"
Seeing that the time had come, he immediately gave the order.
"Okay, Boss."
Niu Daji wrapped his arms around Liu Zheng and pressed down with all his strength.
In terms of Strength alone, he was considerably stronger than Liu Zheng. In his armored state, he weighed more than three times as much.
With both of them exerting force, the inner wall—hard as stone and tough as rubber—was immediately torn open into a large gash, which continued extending downward.
Once the inner wall's protective layer was breached, blue blood burst forth, and a strange fragrance spread through the cramped space.
"Keep your mouths shut. Don't drink it."
The driver's voice