The Demon crawled out of the pit, its eyes burning with hatred fixed on Chu Feng atop the Bridge Tower, wishing it could tear him apart with its gaze. The persistent Demon immediately found another spot, a blind spot unseen by Chu Feng. It bent its legs and leaped high again, heading straight for the top of the Bridge Tower. As the top of the tower grew ever closer, a thrill of excitement surged within the Demon. Almost there! Almost there!
Just as it could glimpse Chu Feng's jet-black short hair, a massive silver frying pan once again came crashing down with force. CLANG! The scene reminiscent of a meteorite's fall repeated itself. BOOM! Another large pit appeared. This time, one of the Demon's feet had even passed the edge of the bridge deck, feeling the gentle caress of the sea breeze from below.
