Thinking of this, the ferocious light in his eyes gradually faded, concealing the killing intent deep within his heart, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.
Zhang Yan stood atop the mountain peak, his robes fluttering in the wind. While his gaze remained fixed on every move of this formidable adversary, his mind was occupied with devising a method to kill this demon.
He had many Dharma Treasures on him, yet few were truly useful in this critical moment. The Soul Suppressing Inkstone might be dodged by the opponent before it even got close, and could end up sullied by the opponent's Xuan Guang like the Ruyi Divine Shuttle, rendering it useless here.
The Proclamation Pen might be used, but even if it managed to injure the demon, it would recover in an instant. Killing it would be exceedingly difficult—like gnawing on an ineffective bone.
The Heart-Hitting Hammer? It would likely meet the same fate as the two Flying Swords that had already failed.
