Song Ciwan never imagined she would one day pin down a Slaughter Spirit Level Demon, pummeling it to a bloody pulp with nothing but her bare hands.
She kicked the Demon to the ground, planted a foot on its back, seized a handful of its matted, gray hair, and began swinging her other fist, every punch sinking into its flesh.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The Demon shrieked and wailed from the beating, trying to resist several times, either by sticking out its severed tongue or by using its pair of uncanny eyes to constantly exert pressure on Song Ciwan.
The most terrifying thing about this Demon, besides its long tongue, was its eyes.
These eyes possessed a strange pressure that seemed to lock down space and time, suppressing Song Ciwan's True Qi until she could barely circulate it. Even her very spirit in her Sea of Consciousness felt as if it were frozen in ten-thousand-year-old ice, so stiff it could barely move.
