Setting aside the killing intent lurking in every corner of the mountain range, the battle between Lin Xuan and the Blood Demon had already reached an utterly vicious degree.
The Corpse Demon in particular was in extreme danger at this moment.
But as a puppet monster, he had no idea what fear was. He only faithfully carried out Lin Xuan's command, keeping his opponent tightly entangled.
The Blood Demon was both startled and furious. He had no mood to keep tangling with a Refined Corpse, not when powerful enemies were watching hungrily from the side.
A fierce look flashed across his face. He opened his mouth, and Mystic Treasure Demon Qi sprayed out, transforming into a black demon blade that slashed viciously toward the Corpse Demon's head.
The Corpse Demon showed no weakness either. He opened his bloody maw, and a strange magic treasure shot out from his mouth. Amid the corpse qi, it rapidly swelled, and from the look of it, it actually bore some resemblance to a human thighbone. Heavy with baleful energy, it smashed head-on against the demon blade...
On the surface, they seemed evenly matched, but the Corpse Demon's realm could not compare to his enemy's after all.
The two magic treasures collided, and the Corpse Demon felt a tremendous force crash into him head-on. He could not help opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of purplish-red corpse blood.
His injuries were far from light, but the Corpse Demon did not care in the slightest. He still desperately tangled with the other party.
And Lin Xuan was not idle either.
With a flip of his left hand, a mass of emerald-green flame leaped out.
It was slightly larger than an egg. Needless to say, it was precisely the demon flame he had painstakingly cultivated