The Good and Bad Results of the Explosion

As Tom speculated whether it was Little Xuan's ability that made his armor so tough, he faintly heard Bozi's angry cursing beside him, "Damn it, is the cannon still not ready? Tom's been eaten, you bunch of idiots. Forget it, hurry up, I'll attract its attention!"

It seemed that this dog had tangled with Tom in its mouth. During the following moments, Tom didn't feel its attention diverted. It continued its repetitive steps of shaking, pressing down to bite, then picking him up to shake again. The dog's mouth secreted a large amount of saliva, drenching Tom, and his helmet was covered inside and out with sticky saliva.

"What should I do?" Tom asked himself. "Right, the Termite Type-0 Cannon!" He remembered that he hadn't fired his Termite cannon yet.

The dog's longest canines, gripping him, left enough space between its upper and lower jaws for Tom to push the cannon barrel down, aiming at the dog's tongue.