Old Toad crawled out of the cave, flicked the dirt from between the toes and claws of his hind legs, and tugged at the long whiskers of the Fat Catfish.
Footless Frog advanced with a swishing tail, with Unable to Move following closely behind.
Inside the cave.
The remaining tentacles struggled for the last time, three Phoenix Inverted Pills, in conjunction with the wrinkled skin of the Eight-clawed King, brought forth a sensation of withered dryness.
Without a special physique or Dharma Points, such intense harvesting would put even a Demon King on the brink of death.
Sea Master, whose body shrank due to a change in gender, was gradually swelling back up, voraciously gulping down the flesh and blood of the Eight-clawed King, all the tentacles intertwined, struggling and thrashing like a mad demon.
The intensity was terrifying, as if it could not distinguish friend from foe.
