"Fire!"
"Use the Blood Talisman Bombs!"
"Shoot, hurry up, aaah!!!"
The black cat's shrieks echoed through the enormous mouthpart, making Zheng Qing's eardrums buzz.
To avoid those crisscrossing fangs, it had shrunk itself to the size of a foal. Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu had to press tightly together to keep from falling off its back.
Under ordinary circumstances, with this somewhat suggestive sitting position and a little more romantic atmosphere, who knew what might have happened? At the very least, Zheng Qing's face would have turned as red as a monkey's butt, and steam would have poured from his head like a boiling kettle.
But now, the enormous spiral-shaped mouthpart had swallowed its fill and was contracting inward in satisfaction. Its interlocking fangs were like the rolling blades of a grinder, spinning above their heads and radiating a chilling menace.
The male wizard's face went pale from that cold terror. Forget steaming up—being able to keep his thoughts moving and avoid going completely rigid was already proof of his nerves.
Still shrieking, the black cat used its downward momentum and kicked hard with its hind legs against a nearby Fang—compared to the cat and its three riders, this earth dragon's Fang was as thick as a pillar in the First Grand Hall—abruptly halting their descent and hurtling toward the other side of the mouthpart.
The piercing sound jolted the young wizard awake. Like the black cat, Zheng Qing had no desire to test the strength of his magic in an earth dragon's stomach acid, much less smash headfirst into the massive, writhing wall of flesh ahead that looked like solid rock.
No sooner said than done.
Before the black cat's shriek had faded, the rune gun in hand boomed. A streak of blue light, slow yet swift, slammed into