Bab 344: 342 Devil Persuasion_1

Is it not so?

Fury irrepressible, Cao Lin glared at Duge with fierce ferocity.

He could clearly feel water continuously surging into his ears, nostrils, mouth, and the holes beneath his body...

What Seven-Hole Touch?

It was clearly nine holes!

The humiliating image of being lifted out of the water by nine tentacles surfaced in Cao Lin's mind; his heart quivered violently several times. Having spent a long time in the army, he naturally knew that some soldiers played little games to relieve pressure, unavoidably involving splashing and rinsing with water...

No.

A revered War God of Chongming Country could not die in such a disgraceful manner.

Kill him!

I must kill him, even if it costs me my life.

Cao Lin raised his sword and, against the immense pressure on his body, struck towards Duge, determined to perish together with this disgusting fellow.

But in the air, he was no match for Duge; in the water, it was entirely Duge's turf. How could he possibly harm Duge?