As Lu Chen raised his hand, Zhao Wuxin's pupils suddenly contracted.
Not only did his eye pupils contract, but the pupils of the other eyes on his body also shrank to a point, as if he had encountered a tremendous fright.
Feeling the power gathering between Lu Chen's forefinger, a nameless fear rose deep in Zhao Wuxin's heart.
He had a premonition that under Lu Chen's finger, it was very likely he would die.
Zhao Wuxin comforted himself inwardly, telling himself that now he was a Deceit Demon's body, how could he die?
This must be a misperception; perhaps it was Lu Chen's Cultivation Technique affecting him, causing such thoughts.
Just as Zhao Wuxin was comforting himself, the power in Lu Chen's forefinger gathered into a black dot, and Lu Chen immediately released the Death Light.
The black Death Light burst out from his forefinger, instantly piercing through Zhao Wuxin's body.
