"Cough, cough! Sorry, sorry, I'll help you right away!"
He was so focused on subduing Batian that he forgot all about Shen Lang.
Sun Wukong said, grabbing Shen Lang's arm and exerting force.
He couldn't lift him.
Shen Lang's body seemed to be dragged down by countless mountains, completely immovable.
More precisely, it was Feng Tianxiang's body, which Shen Lang was holding, that was incredibly heavy.
The dragging force came from Feng Tianxiang's body half-soaked in the Water Tomb.
"Wukong, this won't work by force! My arm is about to be pulled off!"
Shen Lang grimaced, "You need to cut off the water threads wrapped around Tianxiang!"
Sun Wukong looked in the direction Shen Lang indicated, and indeed, Feng Tianxiang's half-submerged body was entangled with countless water threads resembling tentacles.
Fortunately, Feng Tianxiang was protected by a layer of Phoenix Flame, preventing the tentacles' shocking corrosion from penetrating her body.
