In the gaps between their mutual assaults, Ye Lin kept searching for an opportunity—an opportunity to break through. He was not foolish enough to clash head-on with this demonic spirit.
Unfortunately, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar had happened to fall unconscious. Otherwise, with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's aid, even swallowing this demonic spirit whole would not have been impossible.
"Gurgle..."
Suddenly, a strange cry came from Ye Lin's shoulder. A black shadow flashed across it, and in the next moment, a purple little beast appeared on the demonic spirit's neck.
That little beast was Little Purple. Its four claws savagely dug into the demonic spirit's shoulder, causing blood to stream from the wound.
The next instant, Little Purple's claw pierced straight through the demonic spirit's neck. That one strike nearly tore its entire neck off.
"Roar! Damn it! Alien beast—why is there an alien beast here?"
The demonic spirit screamed in agony, its massive body swaying incessantly as its hands clawed toward its neck. But no matter how fast its hands were, they could not match Little Purple's speed.
A blur flashed past, and Little Purple was already atop the demonic spirit's head.
Looking at the skull beneath its paws, Little Purple did not hesitate in the slightest. One claw punched directly through it.
To Ye Lin, the demonic spirit's powerful physique was as fragile as tofu beneath Little Purple's claws.
"Get lost! Get the hell off me!"
The demonic spirit roared without pause, Blood Baleful energy churning all over its body. Yet Little Purple seemed to pay that Blood Baleful energy no heed at all. No matter how violently it surged around it, it could not come within a single centimeter of its body.
The one-centimeter radius around Little Purple seemed like an absolute space. No matter how the Blood