Demon Cultivator King Yan was extremely weak.
Not only had the Blood Soul Peak Master devoured more than half of his body, even his own demon spirit had been reduced to less than a third.
He had used his last sliver of opportunity to flee back to the Demon Vein Desolate Land precisely so he could possess a relatively weak Demon Cultivator and lie low while recovering.
But now, with a Demon Cultivator's keen senses, he had detected an extremely powerful cultivator.
He was like a man who had gone thirsty in the desert for three days and three nights, suddenly seeing a sweet spring within arm's reach, filled with excitement and exhilaration.
At this moment, he had only one thought: to possess everything belonging to the other party!
As for whether the other party would resist, he did not care in the slightest. This was the Demon Vein Desolate Land—the home ground of the Demon Cultivators!
Before the blood-colored head could fly close, blood mist suddenly surged out all around, striking viciously at Lin Fan like venomous snakes.
At the same time, a pillar of flame came crashing down.
Lin Fan suddenly smiled.
In the next second, the blood mist exploded with a roar. Roaring flames burned fiercely, yet a terrifying, savage figure still emerged.
Strange black scales, claws as hard as forged steel, eyes crimson to the extreme, and a horrifying demonic aura—he was practically more demonic than a demon!
With a sharp howl, Demon Cultivator King Yan was utterly horrified and turned to flee.
However, he had still underestimated the strength of this savage creature.
Claws that seemed cast from steel, as if ignoring the restraints of space and time, instantly seized the blood-colored head.
Bang!
The head shattered into pieces. A streak of blood light shot