The chains pulled taut, their sharp hooks tearing through flesh and blood.
The men hadn't even reached him when they were forced back by a mouthful of green fire the Demonic Cultivator spat out as he screamed.
One man was careless, and his wrist was touched by the green fire. He immediately cried out in pain.
The green flame spread up from his wrist, scorching his skin. The sight sent a chill down the spines of the others.
With a flick of his blade, the man's companion said through gritted teeth:
"Brace yourself."
"Get lost!!"
The afflicted man shoved his companion away and immediately dropped to the ground, rolling over and over.
He ground his burning arm against the dirt until it was a bloody mess, but the green fire was extinguished.
"I've seen plenty of these dirty tricks!"
Seeing this, the morale of the nearby Demon Hunting Team's Cultivators surged.
It seemed the so-called Demonic Cultivators weren't as mysterious as they were made out to be.
