The Taotie and Tiger King wrestled, their strength evenly matched. Fang Xiaocao even noticed an expression of shock on the Tiger King's face—something it had no business showing.
After roughly a minute of stalemate, the Tiger King realized it could not defeat the Taotie in terms of sheer power.
A cruel glimmer flashed in the Tiger King's eyes.
The next second!
With a sudden motion, the Tiger King opened its massive, gory jaws.
Its dagger-like fangs shimmered coldly under the pale moonlight, emitting a bone-chilling radiance.
In that instant, a stench so pungent it could curdle milk spewed forth, forcing its way into the Taotie's nostrils.
The kind of foulness that screamed "never brushed its teeth in this lifetime"—so rank it nearly made the Taotie, notorious for its heavy tastes, gag.
"Shit, biochemical weaponry?!"
The Taotie muttered curses under its breath.
Its gaze fixed on the Tiger King's maw growing ever larger in its field of view.
