Which meant the demon was either in stealth mode—which was very bad for Xuan—or he was hiding.
Unfortunately for Xuan, it was the former. A clean cut came from behind, aimed precisely at his neck, but Xuan moved his neck and it grazed his cheek.
"Bwheehee," the demon laughed. Even at that, Xuan couldn't pinpoint the exact spot.
"Shit."
The next thing he felt was a cut behind his back, dropping him to his knee. If it wasn't for the fact Xuan randomly rewound five seconds back, he wouldn't have dodged the cut meant to clean off his face.
Because when he rewound back, he saw the dagger forming through particles of steam, but that was only due to its speed.
And the blood on his back was slowly getting drained by the cauldron behind Xuan; it was like a very painful magnet.
So Xuan had to jump away from the cauldron before it sucked his body dry.
The whole village was now echoing with the cauldron demon's voice.
