Cave-Dwelling Demons Reveal Their True Forms, Fists Colliding in a Frenzy of Flesh and Bone

The blade tore through Chen Duan's clothes, splitting open upon touching his skin.

A look of shock flashed through Purple Fur Mountain Demon's eyes. It then quickly paced backward, putting several yards between them.

He grew twelvefold more vigilant.

This "man" was strong.

At the same time, this "man" smelled delicious—especially, incredibly delicious—constantly stirring its appetite.

Under its wariness, its most primal desires were being endlessly provoked. Its nostrils flared violently as it panted out coarse breaths of excitement.

If I ate his brain flower, I'd definitely become stronger, right~

Opposite it,

Chen Duan had already swallowed more than five times.

This purple-furred mountain demon was far more tempting than the mountain demons he had encountered before.

Once he drew close, he realized it smelled even more delicious than Gan Chi Tiger.

This is really something!

It was like an aphrodisiac assaulting his reason, making every cell in his body scream.

And this strange monster could even speak human language. It was simply unheard-of.

The two sides slowly shifted sideways around the one-eyed figure bound atop the stone platform.

Purple Fur Mountain Demon stepped on the end of a cleaver's handle. With a casual lever, the cleaver landed firmly in its hand.

A breeze brushed past.

There was no signal.

Both sides moved at the sound.

The cleaver in Purple Fur Mountain Demon's hand became a streak of cold light, slashing diagonally toward Chen Duan's neck.

That slash was fast, ruthless, and precise!

However,

Chen Duan raised his hand and, striking after yet arriving first, seized the blade!

"Hm?" A trace of surprise flashed through Chen Duan's eyes.

Good beast. You even know how to wield a blade? Interesting!

Seeing this, Purple Fur Mountain Demon decisively abandoned the weapon.

It twisted its waist violently, sending its right fist, covered in