"I won't take it for nothing. I'll make the first move, lest this rare prey escape!"
Lin Yuebin's shrill, effeminate voice rang out, carrying a trace of impatient greed. His figure appeared soundlessly beside Dai Qingcang and Hong Yanyu.
Before his words had faded, Lin Yuebin flicked his wrist.
"Whoosh—crack!"
A dark green shadow shot from his sleeve like a venomous snake leaving its den.
It was a Thorn Whip covered in strange scales and tipped with barbs. Dense, filthy demonic qi coiled around its length, emitting a nauseating stench.
The whip tore through the air with a piercing shriek and, almost instantly, wrapped itself around Chen Fei's waist with unerring precision. Its barbs dug deeply into the green robe, while the whip tightened rapidly as though alive, binding Chen Fei firmly.
"Hmm?"
Having bound a Late Stage Fifteenth Order cultivator so easily, even Lin Yuebin was briefly stunned. His narrow eyes furrowed slightly. Was this not far too easy? The other party had not even made a token attempt to resist or evade?
Dai Qingcang and Hong Yanyu, standing nearby, also frowned in unison. Deep suspicion and confusion surfaced in their eyes. When something was abnormal, there had to be a demon at work.
Though doubts surged through their minds, the instinct for slaughter and their grasp of timing had long been carved into the bones of the three Demonic Cultivators.
"Whatever tricks he has, grind him into powder first," Dai Qingcang roared in a low voice.
Lin Yuebin instinctively gave the whip in his hand a violent shake.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"
The thick, indissoluble filthy demonic qi on the whip erupted like foul waters from an underworld river bursting through a dam.
Countless twisted, anguished, venomous demonic phantoms emerged from the demonic qi. They gave soundless shrieks and