Wang Ying's attacks were useless.
Over on his side, Chen Gen switched to another gun.
Yang Yong had no idea where on his body he kept all those guns.
This guy had plenty of secrets, too.
This gun seemed to be a Curio laser gun.
Holding it up, he sprayed fire at the Sea Demons before him.
Though it did not do much damage to them.
At most, it drove them back.
Still, it helped Yang Yong a great deal.
As for Mang Dabiao, he was over there...
No, this time, however reluctant he was, he took out the forty-meter-long Evil-Slaying Blade.
However, perhaps he was concerned about his lifespan.
He did not activate the Evil-Slaying Blade's power.
Instead, he used it like a poker.
He swept it at the charging Sea Demons!
Just like playing baseball.
Smack...
He swept them off their feet, one after another.
Then came another smack...
He batted a Sea Demon with only half a body into that fleshy hole.
This method did indeed work.
And so.
Yang Yong and Wang Ying were in charge of cutting the Sea Demons into small pieces.
Mang Dabiao was in charge of batting their bodies into the fleshy hole, where the Whale Lord transferred them to its other stomachs for digestion.
As they kept feeding it...
The being inside the Blood Hole-those flesh buds-seemed extremely excited.
That severed finger, however, seemed utterly furious.
All sorts of incomprehensible words kept surfacing in their minds.
They came in a rapid, frantic stream.
As time slowly passed.
Yang Yong and the others stuffed all the Sea Demons surrounding the cave into the Blood Hole.
Leaving them for the Whale Lord to digest.
And just as everything was finished...
Yang Yong suddenly felt a consciousness pull him into a pitch-black space.
Fuck.