Li Hao had, in an instant, swung hundreds of fists, striking the tentacles of the Demon Saint.
His body seemed shattered, his flesh torn by the resonating force of the tentacles that exceeded his tolerance.
Had not his body been nearly as tough as a nine-fold Divine Weapon and he not been in a Divine Power State, just the sweeping of the tentacles would have disintegrated him instantly.
Inside the huge maw, which seemed like a bottomless abyss, Li Hao had fallen for a long while before crashing into a dark, sticky place with no visible end.
His entire body's flesh burst open, with only tendons wrapped around his bones like a skeletal corpse awaiting death, lying in this abyss.
The giant mouth closed, taking the last sliver of light and sealing it away.
But just a few seconds later, suddenly, Li Hao felt that his body was still rapidly falling.
No, to be precise, it was the body of the Demon Saint that was plummeting.
