Though Lin Xuan could not be said to have unleashed every divine ability he possessed—there had been too little time—he had not held back in the slightest. Of course, he did not extravagantly hope he could kill a late-stage Demon Monster, but as long as he could heavily wound the other party, it would be greatly beneficial to him.
In short, for now he could only take things one step at a time.
Along with the spiritual pressure, a Pangolin seventy or eighty feet long appeared in the sky.
At this moment, he had appeared in his demon body. After all, this fellow's spiritual intelligence had yet to awaken; using his demon body against the enemy would instead make it easier to bring out his strength.
He opened his bloody maw and spewed out billowing demon mist from within, surging toward the Demon Monster like ocean waves.
Although Lin Xuan did not know what sort of spell it was, an attack from a late-stage great Demon Race was definitely no small matter.
The Demon Monster's face turned the color of earth. He was practically about to go mad with rage; he had never imagined that after hurrying here, he would actually fall into the other side's trap.
"Junior, you're courting death!"
The Demon Monster opened his mouth and spat out a stream of grayish-white demonic flame. After the demonic flame left his mouth, it churned slightly and actually transformed into a Single-Horned Python as thick as a man's armspan. Opening its bloody maw, it swallowed the small bird formed from the Azure Phantom Nether Fire in one gulp.
A trace of cruelty flashed across the Demon Monster's face, but Lin Xuan showed not the slightest panic. By common sense, small birds were indeed afraid of snakes, but the essence of