Indeed, things had slipped out of control without anyone noticing. Hongjun now had a splitting headache. Just listen to Qin Fen-look at what that bastard was doing.
"How strange. He still isn't dead? He really is powerful. I can't let my guard down!" Qin Fen was nervous. The first time he had faced immortals and demons in the Mortal Realm, he had been terrified. Take Kunpeng, for example: instead of starting with cannon fodder, he had gone straight to a boss. Fortunately, he had plenty of magical treasures, so there had been no pressure. But this time was different. Wraith Demon was far more frightening than Kunpeng, and even had the potential to reach the rank of Saint.
As a weakling with a combat rating of five, Big Chef certainly couldn't let things go off the rails. As the saying went, caution kept a ship sailing for ten thousand years. So every so often, he kindly reminded Heavenly Demon.
These days, coming to grief in seemingly safe waters was hardly unusual. You had to be careful.
Having been burned by Qin Fen enough times to be scared of him, Heavenly Demon naturally understood one thing: the longer things dragged on, the more trouble could arise. The more time he spent around Qin Fen, the more deeply he appreciated that saying. So he refused to let up.
"Not dead? Don't worry. He'll be dead soon!" With that, Heavenly Demon raised his leg again. His opponent's upper body had already slumped limply down toward the floor below, leaving him seemingly nowhere to plant his foot. Well, sorry about this!
Heavenly Demon kicked Wraith Demon squarely in the tailbone! The crack was music to his ears.
Yan Bing wiped the sweat from his forehead. Too brutal. At this point, he had to admit