After feeding the Four Little Milk Tigers, Lin Shen sat down beside them as they lay there resting. He closed his eyes, looking as though he had fallen asleep.
The Variant Demon suddenly leaped down from the stone ceiling, its purple-glowing claws viciously clawing at Lin Shen's head.
The gravity here was already terrifying. With the Variant Demon descending from above, its speed was unbelievable.
Lin Shen, who had seemed to be asleep, suddenly raised both hands. The Zhu Po Long Scissors appeared in his grasp and snapped toward the Variant Demon's claws.
Clang!
After the collision, the Zhu Po Long Scissors' strangling trait failed to cut through the Variant Demon's claws. Instead, the shock knocked them from Lin Shen's hand.
Lin Shen rolled across the ground, evading the Zhu Po Dragon's claw strike. With a backhanded pull, the Dead Powder wrapped around him lashed at the Variant Demon like a whip.
The Variant Demon extended a foreclaw and actually caught the Dead Powder.
The Dead Powder coiled around its arm in response. Lin Shen released his grip and let the Dead Powder act on its own while he directly summoned the Folding Fan and frantically fanned the Variant Demon from both sides.
The Variant Demon grabbed the Dead Powder with its other hand, wanting to tear it off its arm. Yet even after stretching the Dead Powder enormously, it remained unbroken like a rubber band.
The Dead Powder's tail curled around and wrapped itself around its other arm.
The Variant Demon let out a strange cry. Its wings beat fiercely behind its back, and it forcibly flew into the air.
Mysterious purple patterns gleamed across its body. Even weakened by the Inheritance Fan, the creature remained incomparably violent. With both arms bound, it still flew up and rammed toward