"What a huge Spirit Pearl!"
Zhao Lin's spirits lifted. He struck like lightning, thrusting the iron ruler in his hand deep into the clam's shell.
The Eight-cornered Clam sensed the danger and hurriedly clamped its shell shut.
"SCREEECH…"
The shell bit down on the iron ruler, making a sound like a sharpening stone.
"Open up!"
Zhao Lin twisted the iron ruler, trying to pry the shell open, but to his surprise, the Eight-cornered Clam's strength was astounding. It held the ruler in a death grip, refusing to budge an inch.
Just then, a sudden undercurrent surged, and a powerful force rushed toward him.
'Trying to run, are you!'
Zhao Lin knew this was a sign the Eight-cornered Clam was preparing to escape. Once it burrowed into the sand, catching it again would be difficult.
He drew a silver dagger, swiftly reached into the shell, and with a twist and a flick at the Spirit Pearl's location, the Spirit Pearl fell into his hand.
