Yang Yong's voice was quiet, yet it made all the Sea Demons outside the hole retreat another step in unison.
The flesh buds inside the Blood Hole wriggled merrily, waiting to be fed.
Meanwhile, Mang Dabiao's tail had already curled around another head and aimed it at the entrance.
A cold smile curled Yang Yong's lips.
"Everyone, follow me."
Yang Yong spoke without waiting for anyone to react.
Behind him, the Heavenly Dragon Slash suddenly materialized!
Three hundred and sixty-five flying daggers darted about like living creatures, combining and fitting together...
Metal wings snapped open behind his back!
With one beat of his wings.
Yang Yong broke free of the encirclement and instantly reached the perimeter.
He raised his hand and made a grasping motion.
The three hundred and sixty-five Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers scattered around the perimeter, cold light glinting as they encircled the entire horde of Sea Demons.
The flying daggers slashed left.
Then right.
They only inflicted pain, not crippling injuries.
The Sea Demons on the perimeter recoiled in pain, instinctively shrinking inward.
One, two, three...
The headless Sea Demons began colliding with one another.
Without heads, they could not see their surroundings.
They could only feel pain.
And that pain came from outside.
So they could only squeeze inward.
Farther inward.
And farther still.
Crushing.
Trampling.
Chaos.
Over on Chen Gen's side, he was still curling his bone whip around headless Sea Demons and throwing them into the Blood Hole.
A flick and a curl, and in went one.
Another flick, another curl, and in went another.
He looked up, saw what Yang Yong was doing, and instantly understood...
Yang Yong was going to force the Sea Demons to crawl into the Blood Hole themselves!
He immediately stopped wrapping his bone whip around the Sea