"Hmm?"
The Purple Flame Demon Lord suddenly turned around and said indifferently, "Which fellow Daoist is it? Why not show yourself?"
Alas, the gentle breeze brushed by, but there was no trace of anyone.
'Could it be a misunderstanding?'
The Purple Flame Demon Lord, half-convinced, rose into the air once again with his tunneling light.
This time, he flew for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, until he let down his guard and confirmed that it had only been his imagination earlier. Yet, suddenly, a faint pain began to emerge from his back, as though a mosquito were about to burrow into his flesh!
"What!?"
Shocked, the Purple Flame Demon Lord hurriedly summoned his blood energy to resist.
Six fiery red flying needles appeared silently behind him, three of which were already a quarter deep into his flesh, and an exceptional wave of fierce flame began rushing into his body!
"Damn it!"
