The Demon Quelling Monk grew calmer and calmer within the demonic mist. He stood completely still, rooted there like an ancient tree, unmoved by wind or rain.
He Lan Yan's expression turned icy. Gritting her teeth, she vanished into the pink demonic mist and reappeared behind the Demon Quelling Monk.
A trace of ruthlessness appeared on her face as she fiercely struck at the Demon Quelling Monk with her palm. The Demon Quelling Monk's eyes flew open, and his lips curved slightly. "I've finally waited for you to make your move!"
With a clang, He Lan Yan's palm strike landed on the Demon Quelling Monk, but it did not have the effect she had imagined. Instead, a powerful golden Buddhist radiance erupted against her palm, scorching hot as fire.
She immediately sensed danger and hurriedly tried to pull her hand away and leave, but the Demon Quelling Monk would not let this opportunity pass.
The qi within him erupted, forcibly suctioning He Lan Yan's palm in place. He spun around and struck fiercely at her lower abdomen.
He Lan Yan had no way to evade it. She was instantly sent flying by the blow and smashed heavily into the ground. Killing intent flashed across the Demon Quelling Monk's face.
Without another word, he charged forward. Yet before he had taken more than a few steps, the ground suddenly split open, and thorny pink vines shot out.
They wrapped directly around the Demon Quelling Monk. His expression darkened, and he hurriedly activated the qi within him. Powerful, fierce golden Buddhist radiance burst from the surface of his body.
He tried to break apart the troublesome thorns, but things were not so simple. Not only did the thorns fail to burst, they tightened further, as though they intended to strangle the Demon