"Again."
After four or five seconds, Lin Shisan struggled to prop himself up.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a satisfied smile.
He could not withstand it, but the Demon Spirit was not faring much better.
It seemed even less able to withstand it than he was. The little spot of light on its head had dimmed a little.
He even saw the Demon Spirit twitch.
A good sign. He had to strike while it was sick and take its life.
"Little Dragon, again. I refuse to believe we can't kill it."
"Roar..."
The Jiaolong True Spirit hesitated briefly.
After looking at the resolute Lin Shisan, he rolled over again and refracted a second beam of the power of starlight down.
Crack... splurt... bang...
This time, Lin Shisan was sent flying almost horizontally.
His spine snapped on the spot.
The piercing, excruciating pain still brought Lin Shisan, who had passed out several times, back to consciousness.
"Heh heh..."
Lin Shisan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up practically plastered against the wall.
He grinned again.
His hideously contorted face was filled with gloating.
The effect was even more obvious than the first time.
The little spot of light on the Demon Spirit's head had dimmed considerably again.
Moreover, the Demon Spirit twitched three times in succession. Even the form it had finally managed to condense had gone limp and looked ready to scatter at any moment.
"Little Dragon, again. This time I want two beams."
Strike while it was sick and take its life.
Even covered in wounds, he could not give up this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.
He had to finish the job in one stroke and wipe out the Demon Spirit completely.
"Aroo..."
The Jiaolong True Spirit looked at Lin Shisan with humanlike eyes,