Chapter 259: Another Method
Feng Ling pulled out the Spike.
Blood gushed out, leaving behind six deep, bloody holes.
The Smiling Buddha's head shifted through the flesh, like a Snail's feelers retracting and extending. It came directly in front of her and continued to watch her with a smile.
In truth, the expression on that face had never changed, yet Feng Ling felt deeply mocked.
She looked at the six bloody holes.
The damage was minor, but effective—like a math problem, as long as she damaged it quickly enough, she could dig the Black Flood Dragon out before it healed.
No wonder Ye Zheng had fought so urgently and fiercely earlier. She had been racing against time?
Feng Ling drew the Bone Blade and slashed into the bloody holes! Then she put away the Bone Blade, switched to Fangs and Claws, bit down on the flesh around the wound, and tore hard!
She ripped off a huge, bloody chunk of flesh!
Feng Ling continued.
Chunk after chunk of flesh was torn apart. Blood gushed like a spring, skin and meat flew everywhere, and the wound gradually widened. Red-and-white fascia and flesh were ripped apart and crushed between her teeth, forming a huge, mangled pit of flesh in a short time!
The Snail could not evade her. Its enormous body swayed unsteadily.
Just when Feng Ling thought she could press on, she began to feel an extremely abnormal exhaustion.
It felt like having meat brought right to her mouth—she knew she should tear into it with great bites, but her gums felt sore and weak, leaving her unable to exert any strength.
Then Feng Ling realized she could no longer control her tentacles freely. She felt tired, hungry, and weak in every part of her body.
The Pseudo-God's ability really was