Fang Lin had a smile on his face as he grabbed onto the legs of the ginseng.
"What are you doing? What are YOU doing? I warn you, don't mess around!" The millennium-old corpse ginseng suddenly panicked, grinning and shouting incoherently.
Fang Lin chuckled, then suddenly exerted force with his hands. Instantly, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Don't pull! Don't pull! My legs are about to break! Ah, it hurts so much!" The millennium-old corpse ginseng wailed, its eyes almost rolling back into its head.
However, after pulling for a while, Fang Lin still wasn't able to rip the legs off the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng.
Understandably, Fang Lin found this peculiar. He didn't exert that much force, but the ginseng was extremely tough, similar to old cowhide – both old and hard.
Fang Lin let go of its legs, grabbed its body, and started smashing it on the ground.
