"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...."
"Bang bang bang...."
"Squeak squeak squeak...."
The chaotic battle began, with coconuts and venom flying back and forth, dazzling and overwhelming to the eye.
It was undeniable that like the silver needles of the Divine Needle King—Sharuk, the giant centipede's venom was also finite.
As time passed, it sprayed less and less venom, eventually reaching a state of spray that completely lacked potency.
"Hahahaha..."
Xiao Zheng threw back his head in raucous laughter, pointed at Huang Wen, and said with utter disdain, "You've run out of tricks, out of talent, what can you do to me?"
Having said that, he launched two coconuts with his hands, trailing afterimages, pursuing like stars chasing the moon—one toward the giant centipede, the other at Huang Wen, both whistling through the air.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Huang Wen's face changed drastically as he hid behind a tree, cying out incessantly, "Poor Little Black!"
"Bang!"
