SCHLICK— Blood sprayed. Lin Mo's Sword had nearly severed the Crimson Flame Tiger's tongue. The blade pressed against its upper palate, sinking deep inside.
The Crimson Flame Tiger cried out in pain. At the same time, the attack it had just launched threw it off balance, and its massive body toppled forward.
Not having time to retrieve his Sword, Lin Mo simply let go of the hilt. He drew a dagger from his waist and used his forward momentum to slide right under the Crimson Flame Tiger. As he passed, the dagger in his hand ripped open the beast's abdomen, using their combined momentum to carve a wound that stretched nearly the length of its entire belly.
