Lin Fan pushed the Rabbit Demon's corpse off of him, glanced at its lifeless body, snatched the carrot that had caused its downfall, and took a hearty bite.
"Idiot. If I knew you were this dumb, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."
The Rabbit Demon's combo punches were fierce, treating him like a sandbag for a brutal beating. Surviving was only thanks to the thick-skinned, tough-meat Innate Divine Ability gifted by the Wild Boar Demon.
Without this Innate Divine Ability—
He might have already been buried underground after that string of attacks.
"Acquired Innate Divine Ability: Sudden Shock (Pseudo-Bronze Level)."
"Acquired 20 years of cultivation."
Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and his nearly lifeless heart began to thump once more after being pummeled by the Rabbit Demon.
"That beating wasn't for nothing. Good job."
At that moment—
He felt a terrifying surge of energy within his body, making him almost unable to resist letting out a primal yell.
"I'm about to explode!"
Sudden Shock (Pseudo-Bronze Level): An unimpressive second-rate Rabbit Demon's Innate Divine Ability. Upon encountering fright or hostility, its speed of escape increases dramatically, like lightning in a blink of an eye. One word: fast. Two words: insanely fast.
"A divine ability for running away, huh? Well, that's kind of useless. Do you think I, Lin Fan, am the kind to flee?"
"Stupid rabbit, even in death, you still have to humiliate me."
If the Rabbit Demon could revive, it would definitely unleash another round of combo punches, aimed solely at Lin Fan's face, while screaming: You shameless bastard!
The Snake Demon, seeing the Rabbit Demon killed, greedily eyed its corpse, its tongue flicking and body twisting as it transformed into a blur, lunging at Lin Fan.
To the Snake Demon—
The foolish Rabbit Demon met its end at the hands of this weak Human Clan member.
Wasn't it just roaring ferociously a moment ago?
The Snake Demon had watched the Rabbit Demon savagely beat down the Human Clan member the entire time.
That Human Clan member was pathetic—wrapping him up lightly would crush all of his bones.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Desheng noticed the Snake Demon moving out of his range and grew anxious. However, the troublesome Tiger Demon blocked his way, keeping him entangled.
The Tiger Demon, Wolf Demon, and Sheep Demon all bore injuries.
Though they hadn't undergone Transformation or systematic cultivation, their natural physical strength was far superior to that of the Human Clan.
Even though Zhao Desheng's sword skill was precise and ferocious, it only inflicted superficial wounds upon them. Whenever a crisis loomed, the demons would simply evade.
As for Zhao Desheng himself, his condition wasn't any better.
If this fight continued, it would only lead to mutual destruction, benefiting no one.
Lin Fan was panting heavily; he'd need to see a doctor afterward—he was definitely suffering internal injuries.
Suddenly—
A Snake Demon as thick as a human arm swiftly attacked. Just as it was about to close in on Lin Fan, it violently swung its tail, causing a loud explosive sound to fill the air. Its strength was formidable—if struck, it wouldn't kill but would definitely maim.
"Do you still think I'm the same Lin Fan as before?" Lin Fan reacted swiftly, slashing downward with his blade toward the snake's tail.
The Snake Demon's eyes gleamed with shocked disbelief.
"Damn it."
Its speed was lightning-fast; how could the opponent possibly keep up?
To the Snake Demon, even if the opponent managed to react, so what?
It wasn't a big deal.
That weak Human Clan member, even with a blade, could never—
Slice!
With one strike, the snake's tail was severed, its flesh visibly lined. With a sharp whistle, the cut tail flew backward.
A wave of intense pain swept over the Snake Demon's entire body.
It rolled uncontrollably on the ground, its body twisting upon itself. If dubbed with sound effects, it'd sound like a dog yelping miserably after being smacked.
"Humph."
Lin Fan's face was full of disdain. "What a joke. I'm now a master with thirty-one years of cultivation."
"You, a mere Snake Demon, dared to mess with me recklessly—" he scoffed. "If you weren't the one to get slashed, then who?"
"Strike while you're vulnerable." Lin Fan charged forward with his blade. "Snakes should be hit at their seven-inch weakness... Forget it, I don't even know where that is. I'll just aim for your head instead!"
"Let's see if you can still jump around without your head."
The Snake Demon saw the Human Clan member wielding his blade and approaching.
Panic-stricken, it scrambled to escape despite the pain.
"What the hell."
"What is going on here?!"
"Wasn't this Human Clan member just a moment ago crying and screaming under the Rabbit Demon's punches, nearly done for?"
"How is he suddenly so fierce now?"
"Unless—could it be this Snake Demon is even weaker than that Rabbit Demon."
"That's clearly impossible."
"Where are you going? Stop right there!" Lin Fan roared furiously, his blade missing its strike and leaving a deep gouge in the ground.
He cursed internally.
"Damn it, this Snake Demon is way too slippery. It's already missing a tail, yet it's still wiggling around so provocatively. Completely infuriating."
Among these five demons—
The only one that looked even somewhat appetizing had to be this Snake Demon.
As the saying goes—remove the fangs, wait... No, that's not right. It's skinning, draining the blood, adding ginger, scallions, garlic, cooking wine, covering the pot, and then waiting patiently.
"How fierce." Zhao Desheng was dumbfounded, his jaw slack. "What's going on here? Lin Fan—how did he suddenly get so strong? Wasn't he just crushed to the point of helplessness by the Rabbit Demon earlier?"
In Zhao Desheng's brief moment of distraction, the Sheep Demon's four hooves thundered as it charged forward, its deadly horns tearing through the air. With a sickening squelch, its double horns pierced through Zhao Desheng's abdomen.
"Damn it."
Zhao Desheng frowned in pain, having underestimated his opponent. Grasping hold of the Sheep Demon's horns, he prevented it from ramming him a second time. With his blade, he struck downward fiercely, piercing the Sheep Demon's head.
Pulling out the horns, blood dyed his abdomen red, soaking through his clothes and dripping to the ground.
The tip of his blade stuck into the earth as he knelt on one knee, clutching his wound while warily eyeing the Tiger Demon and Wolf Demon.
He had been far too careless.
To think he fell victim to the Sheep Demon's sneak attack.
Meanwhile—
Lin Fan relentlessly pursued the Snake Demon, hacking away wildly, but missed each strike. His accuracy was so low it was frightening. The real problem was the Snake Demon's incredible speed—not only did it slither across the ground, but it would zip abruptly upward, darting around like an arrow.
"I refuse to believe I can't catch you."
Lin Fan was ready to exhaust himself chasing the Snake Demon, but upon glancing toward Zhao Desheng's side, he suddenly noticed Chief Zhao was injured—seriously injured.
"I'll let you off this time, Snake. Next time I see you, I'll turn you into stew!"
Abandoning the chase, Lin Fan dashed toward Zhao Desheng. "Chief Zhao, hold on—I'm coming to help!"
Zhao Desheng looked at Lin Fan without speaking, but his eyes conveyed a clear message.
"Get over here."
"I'm barely holding on."
Quickly—
Lin Fan appeared at Zhao Desheng's side. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Zhao Desheng replied, though regardless of his situation, having only two demons left made his burden slightly lighter.
Lin Fan looked at the Sheep Demon's corpse, feeling somewhat regretful.
"Such a good little Sheep Demon—dead just like that."
"What a waste."
"If it had died by my hand, that would've been its proper resting place."
The Tiger Demon and Wolf Demon exchanged glances.
"The Rabbit Demon is dead."
"The Sheep Demon is dead."
"The Snake Demon... ran."
The demons' dialogue was simple, but the Tiger Demon and Wolf Demon's low growls translated roughly to—
"That Snake Demon. Traitor."
At that moment, Wang Baoliu arrived, leading the others, hollering loudly.
"Boss, we're here!"
A group of people brandished their blades high, while Wang Baoliu, in particular, wagged his tongue, his face contorting into a ferocious expression.
The Tiger Demon and Wolf Demon exchanged yet another glance.
"Retreat?"
"Steady."
In an instant—
The two demons fled into the shadows at rapid speed. Despite their injuries from Zhao Desheng, their departure retained an air of intimidation.