Chapter 393: The Demonic Sword Leaves Its Sheath
Stepping backward, Lin Feng’s hand instantly raised, the Netherworld Black Lotus blooming upward, radiating a dark flame light of destruction.
“Boom-crack!” A shattering sound rang out as lightning-fire released from the cat demon’s claws, entwining around the black lotus, while the cat demon’s figure vanished once again.
In the dark world, Lin Feng clearly sensed a pair of claws reaching for him from behind. The cat demon’s eyes were filled with nothing but bloodthirsty, demonic, ferocious light.
“What a cunning and cautious demon beast.” Lin Feng’s heart turned cold. This cat demon, as a Heavenly Demon, though its cultivation was sealed, was still immensely powerful. Yet it was so cunning and cautious in dealing with him, refusing to clash head-on, instead using its incredibly sharp speed to handle him, waiting for an opportunity to kill him.
After all, given the cat demon’s strength, if Lin Feng was struck even once, he would at least be severely injured.
“At least my instincts are sharp enough.” Lin Feng muttered inwardly, his body instantly sinking downward. The claw shadows passed through where he had just been, so fast they were like phantoms.
The cat demon was not anxious either. Its body flipped, demonic light flickered, and another claw imprint blasted toward Lin Feng, forcing him to hurriedly raise his hands to block, flustered.
In front of the cat demon, Lin Feng could only dodge and defend. There was no way he could injure the cat demon, because he couldn’t even touch its body.
Nearby, Qiongqi’s eyes were bloodthirsty and extremely ferocious, staring fixedly at the two figures flickering in the air. His heart was also sinking. Only now, in true battle, did he realize that Lin Feng simply could not deal with the cat demon.
Although that dark lotus was very powerful, with the cat demon’s speed and sharpness, Lin Feng didn’t even have a chance to touch it, let alone obliterate it.
A low growl escaped Qiongqi’s throat as he seemed to be pondering how to strike. Kill—even if he couldn’t kill, he had to kill. He had already endured enough of the cat demon.
“Boom!” At that moment, a sound rang out. Lin Feng was struck by the cat demon, his body slamming heavily into the mountain wall beside the waterfall, sinking into it. On his chest, there was a bloody claw mark, torn open by the cat demon.
Lin Feng still held the Netherworld Lotus in his hand. With a thought, the Netherworld Lotus gradually transformed into Yang Fire True Yuan, re-entering Lin Feng’s body.
The Netherworld Lotus simply could not hit the cat demon. Of course, Lin Feng also understood that if he hadn’t used this dark lotus, the cat demon would have been even more unrestrained and would have killed him long ago. It wouldn’t have waited this long just to land a hit on his body.
Coughing once, blood trickled from the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth. His body suddenly trembled, stepping out from the sunken mountain wall. His pupils were dark, emotionless, devoid of any color.
“My apologies for letting our honored guest get injured.”
The cat demon’s face shifted between human and demon forms, hideous and twisted, its voice still eerily hoarse.
Lin Feng took out a pill and swallowed it. A cool sensation spread through his entire body, and his injuries recovered rapidly.
His emotionless pupils still fixed on the cat demon, Lin Feng said coldly, “Since you’re forcing me, let’s see who dies first.”
“Let’s see who dies first?” The smile at the corner of the cat demon’s mouth was especially eerie. Did Lin Feng really have the strength to fight him?
But soon, the smile at the corner of the cat demon’s mouth froze.