"Bang!"
Just as Lin Zifeng was lost deep in his memories, a gigantic tentacle slammed into his abdomen.
Plop~
Upon landing, the black scorched earth was smashed into a deep mark.
Lin Zifeng struggled to get up, but a salty and metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat.
"Damn it!"
Lin Zifeng was furious, but there was no escaping it; the giant tentacle descended from above once more.
The Demon Holy War witnessed this scene and roared towards the skies, sending the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram smashing towards it.
The Bright Pope also reacted, simultaneously striking with the divine staff in his hand.
"No!!!"
The Bright Pope screamed hoarsely, but it was too late; the giant tentacle tightly gripped Lin Zifeng, threatening to crush him to death with just a little more force!
"Lin Boy!"
The handsome guy saw this and trembled with all four dogs' legs, unable to imagine life without Lin Zifeng after all this time together if he were really dead.
