The Demon Lord saw a flurry of petals heading his way and quickly deployed his Inner Strength to fend off the petals. However, to his surprise, even after dispersing the petals, they continued to fly towards him. Retreating several steps, the Demon Lord rolled up his sleeves and swatted away the oncoming petals, but still, some managed to strike him.
Xiaojin, perched on Feng Xuxu's wrist, raised his snake's head and with a leap landed on the ground, continuously sending out signals in all directions.
The Demon Lord, observing the petals embedded halfway into his flesh, expelled his Inner Strength and the petals detached on their own. He did not react with anger but rather let out a laugh as he looked at Feng Xuxu, who had already fallen to the ground.