"Han Dang, hurry!" Zhao Qing Ying shouted while trying to stand up from the ground.
Blood dripped down from the side of his mouth; the blow from the devil had caused internal injuries.
His chest had a depression in the shape of the devil's fist.
He knew he had to recuperate fast, so he quickly took out a Heavenly Genesis pill and swallowed it.
Han Dang, who was lying in wait with his net, twisted his body to the back and unwound it, casting the net with as much force as he could.
The devil, when it saw the net coming over its head, tried to break free by moving forward through the tip of the spear.
Sensing the movement, Lin Fan plunged his spear further in until it nailed into the ground.
And with his strength, he held onto the shaft of the spear, not letting the devil get away.
His strength with his level 8 physique was enough to tussle with the devil.
Finally, the net landed onto the devil, and it began to suck the Qi and energy from the devil.
