Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Power of the Shrinking Spell

“What? Is this spirit thread?” Seeing these fine threads of demonic power wrap around his body, Qin Xiaochuan struggled desperately to tear them off, but not only did the threads not break, they wound around him tighter and tighter.

“Heh heh, stop pulling. These are demon threads!” The demon child sneered at Qin Xiaochuan’s futile efforts. “Among all demons, only I can weave threads within my body. It’s been a long time since I used them. Demon threads are incredibly tough—even the spirit sword wielded by Zhang Yang can't cut them. Enjoy the power of demon threads, heh heh!”

Once the demon threads had bound Qin Xiaochuan securely, the demon child snapped the threads with his mouth, wrapped them around his right hand, and swung Qin Xiaochuan into the air. “Let me show you just how resilient these threads are, ha!”

After twirling the tightly-bound Qin Xiaochuan a few times in midair, the demon child slammed him violently onto the ground. Injured and coughing blood, Qin Xiaochuan could barely move. “See? My demon threads are tough, aren’t they?” The demon child lifted him from the ground once more. “No matter how hard I swing, these threads will never break!” With that, he hurled Qin Xiaochuan again onto the wet earth. Had the ground not been slippery and soft, Qin Xiaochuan might well have lost consciousness.

Seeing that Qin Xiaochuan was still alive, the demon child hoisted him up and slammed him down again and again, venting his anger with each blow. “How about now? No matter how h