The forcibly ignited anger was naturally not intense enough, but it was just enough to unlock "Anger".
Blazing flames burst out from the gaps in the Dragon Scale, illuminating the dark space.
Liu Zheng was surrounded by gray inner walls, the surface of which was rough and hardened, showing no sign of flesh.
But that's okay, it can be seen with a little handling.
His entire body twisted like seaweed, trying to channel all his strength into his tentacles, then swung the Dragon Scale Blade.
The tip of the knife pierced the inner wall at a very small angle, but only penetrated about a fingernail's distance.
That stiff and blunt feeling was like cutting rubber with a rusty blade.
But as long as it gets in, it doesn't matter how awkward it feels.
Liu Zheng raised another tentacle, fashioned it into a small fist, and hammered the knife handle as if driving a nail.
Despite the awkward angle, he managed to hammer it bit by bit until the knife penetrated half the length of a tentacle.
