By now, the two of them had reached the end of the passage.
There was no road ahead.
But the color of the mountain wall was different from before, pitch-black as ink.
Qin Yan raised her slender hand and flicked a finger. A streak of azure Sword Qi shot out and struck the mountain wall with a hiss, yet it failed to leave even the faintest white mark.
The young woman's expression changed. So hard—perhaps even the Nine Heavens Ice-Fire Silk would not have much effect.
Toward Lin Xuan, she could not help but feel even greater admiration.
Fairy in the Clouds silently took a step back.
Lin Xuan's face remained calm and indifferent, but in his mind, he was having a brief exchange with Yue'er.
"Young Master, it's here," Yue'er said, her eyes a little dazed.
"You're sure?"
"Mm."
Lin Xuan said no more. His hands turned, and a fireball slowly appeared before his chest. At first, it was only the size of an egg, but very quickly, it swelled to about a foot across.
A strange aura emanated from it.
Qin Yan shivered involuntarily, and a trace of horror faintly showed in her eyes. Although she did not know what kind of flame this was, its power far surpassed the demonic flames cultivated by ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators.
This thing could probably truly kill a great cultivator.
Qin Yan now had a fairly clear understanding of this junior brother's abilities.
Lin Xuan had no intention of hiding his strength in front of her. He sent out a spell seal, and accompanied by a clear, melodious cry, a fire bird about a foot long soared into the air and, without the slightest hesitation, pounced toward that pitch-black mountain wall.
Afterward, emerald-green flames spread at a speed visible to the