Eighth Layer

Evil monsters could not be trusted!

Even if the Demonic Spirit Giant had not gone back on its word once before, Wang Chen still would not have believed a single word it said at this very moment.

He controlled the Heavenly Net to Punish Evil with all his strength, ruthlessly suppressing the Demonic Spirit Giant's resistance.

His palms repeatedly rubbed against the long cord. Even his Vajra Indestructible Body was worn bloody, droplets of blood seeping into the net's ropes.

Yet Wang Chen was completely oblivious to it.

His feet had sunk deep into the earth, misty vapor curling above his head as beads of sweat the size of soybeans continuously seeped from his brow. His whole body was like a great bow drawn to its absolute limit.

The force he unleashed had reached its peak!

And as time passed, the Heavenly Net to Punish Evil's might grew ever stronger.

Although the Demonic Spirit Giant had successfully advanced to Fierce-level, its foundation was exceedingly unstable. Otherwise, it would not have coveted Wang Chen and ended up in its present plight.

As the evil power within its body steadily dwindled, its struggles and resistance gradually weakened.

After begging for a while and realizing it could not move Wang Chen in the slightest, the Demonic Spirit Giant's voice brimmed with venomous resentment. "I curse you! May you die a miserable death! Ahhh!"

The next instant, its body, already shriveled by nearly half, suddenly shuddered. Jets of blood shot from different parts of its body.

These blood arrows seemed sentient, trying to slip through the gaps in the net.

Yet they were blocked by an invisible force. They charged left and right without success, then finally vaporized and vanished.

The Demonic Spirit Giant's attempt at self-rescue had failed, and it visibly withered by