C93 Fighting mastiff

At that moment, one of my hands was tightly holding onto the mastiff's neck, preventing its large mouth from falling. My other hand was groping for the wooden sword of jujube that fell to the ground, trying to finish off the mastiff.

However, the Tibetan Mastiff that was pressing down on me had immense strength. Its stinky saliva kept falling down, some of it landing on my face