Compared to the Ancient Beast's enormous bulk, Lin Xuan's incarnation looked weak to the extreme, like an ant before an elephant.
To call it a mantis raising its arms to stop a chariot would not be an exaggeration in the slightest. It seemed that in the very next moment, he would be crushed into powder.
Yet Lin Xuan showed not the slightest fear. Crackling sounds entered the ear as demonic wind whipped up around the incarnation. His figure did not change in the least, but his right arm suddenly swelled by more than several dozen times.
The skin on the surface of his arm was covered in plates of purple scales. His nails lengthened, flickering with a dim, eerie light, as sharp as blades.
Demonization!
Because Lin Xuan's Second Nascent Soul cultivated Devil Race techniques, the secret arts this incarnation displayed were almost no different from those of ancient devils.
The proportions of Lin Xuan's body and his right arm looked extremely mismatched, yet this did not hinder him from clenching his five fingers and smashing a punch forward.
Demon Light flared. A fist shadow several times larger than his arm howled out.
Boom!
The Ancient Beast's gaping maw was struck by the fist shadow. Blood sprayed everywhere, and one tooth after another flew out amid the bloody spray, while the Ancient Beast's true body was also sent flying viciously backward.
The hunter had become the prey. The monster that had originally been savage and fierce, upon encountering an even more formidable powerhouse, immediately showed fear in its eyes and prepared to flee by any path it could. Yet it was already too late. A cold smile flashed at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. His clenched fingers opened, and in the center of his palm, Demon Markings flickered. Then