A trace of satisfaction appeared on Lin Xuan's face. With a flick of his sleeve, several streams of demonic Qi shot out like lightning. Following his motion, a bang rang in the ear, and the Snake Demon's corpse exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Only a round bead the size of a longan was seized into Lin Xuan's hand. It had, after all, belonged to a late Spirit Division Demon Race cultivator; putting other materials aside for the moment, the value of this Demon Core was no small matter.
It would have been somewhat wrong to waste it.
All this seemed slow, but in truth it happened swiftly, in no more than an instant from start to finish—just in time for the Long-Eared Green-Eyed Demon to take it all in.
One could imagine the demon's expression; it was gloomy enough to drip rain.
A sense of the fox grieving when the rabbit dies rose in his heart. The two of them together had been no match for him, and now his sworn younger sister had fallen, leaving only himself. Did that not mean he was dead for certain?
Yet though that was true, and he knew full well that he could not defeat Lin Xuan, he could not simply bind his hands and wait to be cut down. Even ants struggled to live, let alone an immortal cultivator. One had to know that he had suffered no end of hardships, fought through bloody winds and rains, escaped death by a hair's breadth again and again, before achieving what he had today.
So fear was fear, but because of it, this demon did not give up his efforts and hope of escape.
He stretched out a hand and slammed it hard against his chest. In an instant, all his skin