The crimson-eyed demonic spirit glared balefully at Qin Wentian. It intentionally increased the pressure and crushed Little Rascal onto the ground until blood could be seen.
“I said, release him.” Qin Wentian’s silhouette flickered and reappeared in front of the demonic spirit, a sword held in his left hand.
“Peng!” The sharp sword slashed downwards, yet it dealt no damage to the demonic spirit. Its pupils narrowed as it lunged forward abruptly, widening its maw to swallow Qin Wentian whole. However, astral light flashed as a gigantic heavenly astral Hammer appeared in his hands, chopping right down, blasting the spirit’s maw, forcibly slamming it shut.
Qin Wentian’s body was flung backwards into the pool once more. The hunger in his blood got increasingly intense as his eyes gleamed with a terrifying demonic light.