With his eyes closed, Li Huowang felt he had wounded his opponent. He decisively raised the Fire Sickle, raked it across his own skin, and was instantly engulfed in flames that shot to the sky.
Whatever this thing was, its body was so massive that he had no choice but to get serious.
Keeping his eyes shut, Li Huowang controlled his two arms and dozen-plus tentacles, grabbing the edges of the wound he had created. With a furious roar, he tore it open with all his might.
With a loud ripping sound, the flaming Li Huowang plunged directly into the gash.
He wielded three swords in his three hands, and engulfed in fire, he rampaged through the creature's interior. He was repaying the frustration he had just endured a hundred, even a thousand times over, to this thing, whatever it was.
He soon heard the sizzle of scorching flesh, interspersed with agonized, dragon-like cries. The violent trembling almost made Li Huowang open his eyes.
