Lin Xuan's brows lifted, a hint of surprise showing on his face. Unlike ordinary cultivators, he was not only skilled in orthodox Mystical Gate divine abilities; he had also dabbled quite a bit in all manner of strange secret arts of the Demonic Path.
So-called demonic cultivation was not merely as simple as imitating the divine abilities of Demon Monsters, but between the two, there were also countless threads of connection.
It was said that certain secret arts of the Demonic Path could invite demonic qi from the upper realm to possess the body, thereby producing bizarre and powerful mutations. He had not expected that a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator would actually know this divine ability that was already on the verge of being lost.
After turning his own fleshly body into a Demon Monster, his Nascent Soul then formed hand seals with both hands and vanished eerily from where it stood.
The Flower-Plucking Old Devil was no fool. Naturally, he did not believe that a mere demonized body could defeat this mysterious cultivator before him.
This move of his was only meant to buy time to flee.
Lin Xuan sighed softly.
With a faint stir of his divine sense, the giant python formed from the Azure Phantom Nether Fire pounced at the demonic body, while Lin Xuan himself stretched out a hand, and an ancient-styled Long Spear appeared in his palm.
Azure light flashed, and that Nascent Soul staggered into view in midair, its face full of fear. "Impossible! You can break teleportation?"
Then a shrill scream entered their ears. The sound came from the demonic body. Though it had used a secret art to invite demonic qi from the upper realm to pour into its body, it still could not withstand a single strike from the