Lin Xuan reached out and patted his Storage Bag. Azure light blazed, and a simple, ancient-style belt appeared in his palm.
Lin Xuan put away the Azure Fire, then flipped his left hand and fastened the jade belt around his waist.
His face was a little pale. Although the exchange had been brief, facing a great enemy of the Lihe Realm meant he had gone all out with every move, so naturally it had consumed an enormous amount of magic power.
Especially the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure—that sword strike, great skill seeming clumsy—had sucked away nearly half the spiritual power in his entire body.
But after he put on the Spirit Storage Belt, his previously depleted magic power instantly filled back up.
Lin Xuan lifted his head and glanced at the interwoven Sword Rays and Buddhist light ahead. A strike from a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure was no small matter. Though Huitong was a Lihe Realm cultivator, he did not have much magic power left in his body either.
For Lin Xuan, this was the perfect opportunity.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath, and the hand seals of both hands changed without pause. Behind him, countless phantom arms actually appeared, making him look just like the Buddhist Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
Needless to say, Lin Xuan was using the secret art he had obtained from the Ink Moon Tribe.
In terms of power, the True Spirit Strike was something even the Azure Phantom Nether Fire could not compare to.
On the other side, Xiahou Lan was not idle either. The woman hooked her forefinger and thumb tightly together and raised them high above her head, then twisted her slender waist, looking as if she were dancing. Yet ancient, simple incantations came from her mouth.
Following her movements, those petals gathered together and became