Chen Mo felt as though Xingshuang was treating him like a tattered sack—and a soon-to-be-discarded one at that. His waist was tightly constricted by a steel-whip-like dog tail, shoving his internal organs up into his throat. The world spun before his eyes, accompanied by the roaring wind and Xingshuang's hoarse, bellowing battle cry: "Off you go!" Like a kite with a broken string, his entire body was sent hurtling straight toward that single point of all-consuming, pure darkness at the center of the stone platform!
"Lord Dog! You bastard, you couldn't aim properly!" Chen Mo's soul roared, but his body could only thrash feebly like a fish out of water, desperately twitching his only remaining movable limb—his right arm.
Closer! Even closer!
Chapter 162