As Di Tou was panicking, the tentacle, which had been merrily struggling just a moment ago suddenly made a sharp turn, attempting to circumvent the gourd blade and advance towards the maw. The fiery haired man, who had been putting all his effort into a game of chicken couldn't respond in time and could only shout, "Senior, I can't hold on any longer, its up to you to swing again!"
But alas, the blade in Di Tou's hands was gone.
The tentacle swam forward and then…
That was it.
It was just the tentacle that swam forward.
