Baoshe had thoughts of retreat.
But how could she break free from Lin Xuan's restraint?
That hateful brat was like a maggot clinging to the bone, never leaving her side. Trying to shake him off was practically no different from a fool's dream.
What should she do?
Baoshe did not know.
But remaining locked in a stalemate with him like this was definitely no good.
What Lin Xuan was using was clearly a delaying tactic.
The longer this dragged on, the slimmer her hope of escaping would become.
She could not hesitate. She had to make a decision as quickly as possible.
A trace of reluctance flashed through Baoshe's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve.
She threw a punch at Lin Xuan with all her strength, shaking him off slightly.
Then she flicked her sleeve.
Billowing demonic energy surged out in a swarm, and two monsters instantly appeared before Baoshe.
Both were more than several zhang tall. The one on the left was a Two-Headed Four-Armed Monster, its muscles bulging high, purple-red scales visible all over its body.
Its dead-fish-like eyes held demonic energy that was pure and vicious.
As for the other one, its ugliness was not inferior to the former. A pair of goat-antelope horns grew from its head, and the tail behind its back was like a venomous snake, yet far longer than any ordinary snake. As for its back, it was covered in eerie blood-red Bone Spikes.
On its chest, there was also a face—the face of a beauty. But branded onto its body, it was strange to the extreme, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
And both of these Avatars possessed no ordinary pressure. In terms of realm, they had already reached the mid stage of Tribulation Transcendence.
As soon as