Otherwise, that would be denying yourself.

"Demon Binding Technique!"

Xi Ran also shouted, adding another layer of protection for the Thousand-Faced Sheep that was about to break free from the wind chimes' restraints.

Just in case, Chu Sheng also released the same spiritual technique.

The struggle of the thousand-faced sheep visibly diminished.

The three of them quickly pulled all three children out of the alley.

Fengling walked at the back, and he always felt that something was wrong, so he would look back every now and then.

Chu Sheng shouted:

"Wind Chime, let's give it the final blow together, then you can swallow it! It'll be super nutritious!"

Feng Ling nodded, but just as the three were about to make a move, black energy suddenly burst forth from the body of the Thousand-Faced Sheep in front of them.

Meow—

Energy explodes...

Buzz—

A dark, demonic aura instantly enveloped the alley, obscuring the three people's vision.

"Oh no! It's reached level three! We need to retreat!"

Chu Sheng shouted in terror.

But then they heard footsteps echoing in the darkness.

The sound seemed to be coming from the wind chimes.

The next second, a golden light flashed from the swirling black mist ahead.

At the same time, the sound of wind chimes came from the darkness:

"Thunderbolt Fist"

[Thunder Fist: A second-tier spiritual technique with a very small chance of triggering heavenly lightning, resulting in a critical strike! It can kill fourth-tier demon spirits, even those of higher tiers.]

However, the probability is extremely low, one in a thousand.

However, a critical hit is a reward from heaven for the brave!

When his punch, flashing with lightning, landed on one of the faces of the Thousand-Faced Sheep.

Boom—

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, piercing through the mist, dispelling the confusion, and illuminating this dark corner.

BOOM!

A loud bang followed by a shower of thunder!

Sizzle sizzle—

...

As the demonic aura gradually dissipated.

Feng Ling stood in front, the ground beneath his feet charred and still smoking.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she held a ball of scarlet flame in her hand.

That is, the Demon Soul.

He stood there, turning back to look at Chu Sheng with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Chu Sheng felt that the wind chimes in front of him were somewhat unfamiliar.

He and Xiran both looked at him in surprise.

A critical hit!?

Is it resolved?

Wind Chime turned around and smiled:

"Don't you know that the moment he advances to the next level is when he is at his weakest?"

Even without a critical hit, that punch could easily finish off the Thousand-Faced Sheep who was advancing in the instant.

Moreover, that thousand-faced sheep only transformed into a demon tonight.

Of course, Fengling learned all of these from the internet.

"Forehead..."

Chu Sheng scratched his head somewhat awkwardly:

"Of course I know that. But why don't you think about what if he's already finished his promotion by the time you get there?"

Fengling said with a smile:

"Then didn't I get a critical hit?"

Chu Sheng shook his head:

"No, it's still too dangerous!"

Feng Ling smiled and said nothing more.

That's why there's a saying:

A critical hit is a reward from heaven for the brave!