The devil-amalgamated-monk found that the guy he had been chasing, all the while inflicting him many grave wounds all over the body parts, was quite skilled.
No matter what attack he played, the guy dodged it skilfully, although getting injured in the process. Nevertheless, this young man seemed pretty relaxed even after being chased by him, a stronger cultivator many realms higher than the young man.
Feeling his pride hurt, the devilised monk gave a ghoulish howl.
The pores on his skin opened up as numerous blood needles came from his body, targeting the young man from all directions. This attack was surefire, and the monk believed that the young man could not dodge this shower of needles easily without at least becoming a bloody porcupine.
